Rock · TWOLODY ORIGINALS
Sunday League on the Cliffs
“Sunday League on the Cliffs” brings together Spanish and English. Its musical genre is Rock.
Lyrics & translation ↓
Spanish ↔ English
About this song
The first paired lines are “Me prestan unos guantes demasiado grandes.” and “They lend me gloves that are too big.”. Read the complete lyrics in both languages below, then follow the same phrases in the player.
A substitute goalkeeper makes one impossible save and hears his father cheer for the first time. Irish-influenced melodic rock, fiddle and electric guitar in conversation, bass and live drums, spacious articulate vocals, original anthemic chorus
Learn with this song
Listen to each line and compare its translation. Use Twin to switch to the same phrase in the other language; use Echo to recall its meaning before revealing the translation.
Two languages. One melody.
Lyrics & translation
Verse 1
Me prestan unos guantes demasiado grandes.
They lend me gloves that are too big.
El portero titular cojea hacia el banco.
The first-choice keeper limps toward the bench.
Las gaviotas gritan detrás de la portería.
The gulls cry behind the goal.
Mi padre llega con su abrigo azul.
My father arrives in his blue coat.
Chorus
Una costura roja roza el balón.
A red seam brushes the ball.
Mis guantes enormes encuentran su sitio.
My oversized gloves find their place.
Oigo mi nombre por encima del viento.
I hear my name above the wind.
Esa voz vale más que el marcador.
That voice means more than the score.
Verse 2
El delantero sonríe antes del último tiro.
The striker smiles before the final shot.
Yo cuento dos pasos hacia la izquierda.
I count two steps toward the left.
El barro me salpica hasta los ojos.
The mud splashes into my eyes.
Extiendo una mano sin ver el cielo.
I stretch one hand without seeing the sky.
Bridge
El balón golpea el poste y sale.
The ball hits the post and goes out.
Mi padre salta junto a la valla.
My father jumps beside the fence.
Nunca le había oído gritar mi nombre.
I had never heard him shout my name.
Chorus
Una costura roja roza el balón.
A red seam brushes the ball.
Mis guantes enormes encuentran su sitio.
My oversized gloves find their place.
Oigo mi nombre por encima del viento.
I hear my name above the wind.
Esa voz vale más que el marcador.
That voice means more than the score.
Outro
Devolvemos los guantes en el vestuario.
We return the gloves in the changing room.
Él limpia mi cara con su bufanda.
He cleans my face with his scarf.
No hablamos del resultado al volver.
We don't discuss the result going home.
Me pregunta si jugamos el próximo domingo.
He asks if we play next Sunday.
