

My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
He imposes his inclinations, and sets his conditions however he wants,
What can I do? His love is stronger, my neck is under his sword.
He imposes his inclinations, and sets his conditions however he wants,
What can I do? His love is stronger, my neck is under his sword.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
I can’t stand to upset him, if he steps, I step just like him.
Barcelona was my enemy first, but now it’s my identity—for his sake.
I can’t stand to upset him, if he steps, I step just like him.
Barcelona was my enemy first, but now it’s my identity—for his sake.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
He imposes his inclinations, and sets his conditions however he wants,
What can I do? His love is stronger, my neck is under his sword.
He imposes his inclinations, and sets his conditions however he wants,
What can I do? His love is stronger, my neck is under his sword.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.
I can’t stand to upset him, if he steps, I step just like him.
Barcelona was my enemy first, but now it’s my identity—for his sake.
I can’t stand to upset him, if he steps, I step just like him.
Barcelona was my enemy first, but now it’s my identity—for his sake.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
With him, I walk his path, I love what he loves,
And if you blame me, it’s fine—as long as his heart is pleased.
My love is a Barcelonista, he dies for Barcelona
And I’m a Madridista, but I’ll change for his eyes.