Escobars shook the earth
The earth shook Pablo's soul elevated
The goal post vibrated, his head dropped in remembrance
Precious was the heart of both men
Soon Disharmony replaced perfect chaos
Death to Escobar they scream in the chambers of the fortunate
Death to Escobar
It echoes to the ghettos but they dare not mourn his death
His shadow stood in the net, they Romanians enjoyed their hand.
Andres blood was necessary for the balance of their cosmos.
Im the one who delivered the last kiss.
Consume his last words. "life does not stop here'
Goaaaaaaaaallllllllllll! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem