"In a ghetto he was born, he was a gift from God
Growing up and raised as humble as can be
He had to face adversity
In order to make his way through life
In the field he birthed the immortal left kick
With experience, and a thirst for ambition
As a junior player he dreamed of the World Cup
And make it to the top of the Big Leagues
And by playing he could help his whole family

As soon as he made his debut
Marado! Marado!
He sang the song of the 12
Marado! Marado!
His dream was full of stars
Winning goals and fast plays
And all the people sang:
Marado! Marado!
The Hand of God was born!
Marado! Marado!

Goodbye, King…

…I am the Human Sunset Shimmer, I'm Argentinian…

…and, like all other Argentinians, I miss you very deeply."