Argentina - No lo entienden

[Intro distant TV crowd, low bar noise, slow accordion figure over steady rock groove] [Instrumental] [Verse] You call it a party, we call it a habit You open another beer, we don’t even ask it Sunday again, same old chair Same screen, same nerves in the air I got this jersey from my old man’s hand Didn’t say much, just said “you’ll understand” He laughs when Brazil starts to sing Says nothing when the ball stops rolling [Pre-Chorus] They dance, they joke, they make it light We stare at the screen like it owes us a life [Spoken Argentine Spanish] “No es bronca… es costumbre.” [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] We don’t cheer loud, we don’t jump high We lean forward and forget to breathe You call it just another night We call it waiting to see if we survive [Verse 2] Your barbecue smells through the wall Our bar goes quiet before the call You trust the moment, trust the flow We trust nothing we don’t control You say "fútbol" should feel good We say it never really should [Spoken Argentine Spanish] “Si no duele un poco, no cuenta.” [Spoken ad-libs - To the bartender - Argentine Spanish] "Servime otro, pibe. ¿Qué mirás, bobo? Andá para allá." "Mirá que somos locales en cualquier lado..." [Instrumental Break] [Chorus variation] We don’t need rhythm, we need time Minutes crawling, heart in debt You celebrate before the line We wait until it’s done… and then we wait again [Bridge low, half-spoken] Brazil laughs, Brazil sings Good for them, "tenemos Messi..." We count touches, angles, scars And swear at God like old friends [Outro] The game ends, glasses half full Someone pays, someone lies TV goes black, nobody moves [Spoken Argentine Spanish, dry] “Brasileños boludos… sigan con la fiesta.” "Nosotros nos quedamos con el Mundial." [Instrumental Break]