Number five
Tango
Music: Orestes Cúfaro
Lyrics: Reinaldo Yiso
Saturday afternoon, an envelope was handed to the cadre captain in the club's
to the captain of the team in the club's lounge,
tearing open the envelope, he read with emotion
a strange little letter on a blue sheet of paper.
Tomorrow you play the classic match,
I would give my life to see it, to be there,
to shout for my colors, colors so dear to me,
but that's impossible, since I've been like this.
For a long time now, two years or so,
I find myself in a ward of the Muñiz hospital.
I listen to the championship and you know, that's how I find out,
of all the glorious campaign of my team.
I would like, if possible, if you could give me
that number five with which they played.
It will be the best remedy and I know that even my mother,
from the blue sky, will thank you for it.
Ask for Roberto, my bed is number fourteen,
Monday I expect him, it is not true that he will come.
The letter ended and a rebellious tear,
ran down the cheek of the brave half center.
Monday morning the doctor on duty,
with enormous surprise, found in the room two,
eleven men and a crying little purple boy, who was hugging
a number five against his heart.