Goodbye Barreiro's rose
May you ever grow in our hearts
You were the laughs that heard themselves
When goals were torn apart
You couldn't coach to save your life
Or spell out german clubs
Now you belong to purgatory
And the players swear out your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a puppet in the wind
Never knowing what to do
When the match begins
And your sideburns will always fall here
Along soccer greenest fields
Your ineptitude burned out long before
Your legend ever will...
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