Текст песни Бумажные Тигры - Марадона

I ran like Maradona in the best years
He became a star football and after school fights
Persona non grata in the most lush areas
The one-armed bandits his name struck fear

And we have long to break the cycle
Where is he now?
My worst best friend

He learned to speculate on the stars,
Not being able to read between the lines
I am ruined stalls and bird nests,
While I was in a hurry to class
He mastered the art of silent,
Standing with me shoulder to shoulder,
But I do not remember his face
Even if I want to

After all, we have long to break the cycle
Where is he now?
My worst best friend