El Classico

All around beneath one roof

War between two and twenty encounters

Confronted inside the four walls

Wall that is crystalline enough

Seen by ninety thousand at a time

Watched by millions through the lens

To be loved by hundred millions through the heart

It’s a play enacted from one to ninety

To make reminiscences that remains in the diary book

Preserved and preserved throughout for hundred years

For history is always immortal in front of time

El classico they say, the greatest rival of all phase

They remember, came down from the books of legend

Holding the highest appellation of achievements

Both battalions are known for their glorious past

Emerging as the best two of the present

Struggling for one trophy, one title,

And one glory to win million hearts at a time.