“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.”