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In a large, leafy park,
Eight friends gathered joyfully,
Axel, Sergio, Lauty, and Thomas,
Tabio, Matías, Diego and Joaquín, without rushing.
Oh, what joy in the green field,
With a ball that never dies!
Two teams are formed with ardor,
In this joust of noble love.
In a team, Axel and Tabio,
Diego and Joaquín are the wise one,
While on the other side they get ready,
Thomas, Matías, Lauty and Sergio sign up.
Oh, what joy in the green field,
With a ball that never dies!
Two teams are formed with ardor,
In this joust of noble love.
With shields of laughter and swords of jest,
The ball rolls and the passion appears,
With goals that arrive and friends that praise,
The fun and spirit never ends.
Axel throws, Tabio defends skillfully,
Diego and Joaquín in a dance of strength,
Thomas on the offensive, Matías is approaching,
Lauty and Sergio, victory is approaching.
Oh, what joy in the green field,
With a ball that never dies!
Two teams are formed with ardor,
In this joust of noble love.
At the end of the game, everyone hugs each other,
Victory is from the game, without transfers,
In the large and leafy park,
Eight friends united, happy and joyful.