colocolo

Verse I
(Ritmo constante, golpeando el piso con el pie)
The clock is ticking, the ritual starts,
White on our jerseys and fire in our hearts.
Walking through Macul with my brothers in line,
Black and white smoke making everything fine.
From North to South, we don't care about the ride,
Cacique, my life, I am right by your side.

Pre-Chorus
(El ritmo se acelera, aplausos rápidos: Clap-clap-clap)
For the Indian on our chest, for David in the sky,
This is the shirt that I wear till I die.
You step on the grass and the world stops to stare,
Colo-Colo is playing, there's magic in the air!

Chorus
(¡A gritarlo con fuerza! Bombo pesado: PUM - PUM - CLAP)
This is a sickness that I don't want to cure!
The passion of the Albo is wild and it's pure!
Win or lose, man, I’m staying right here,
For these beautiful colors we fight with no fear!
Let’s go Cacique, let’s win it tonight!
The Garra is ready, we’re back for the fight!

Verse II
(Estilo rap, cantado más rápido)
From the highest mountain to the poorest street,
Being Colo-Colo is a pride you can't beat.
We never stop singing, we never look back,
The stadium is jumping, the Albo’s on track!