Chicarito, tell you what's wrong,
You're hailed as the new Ronaldo,
It's all lies, you're the Dong of tomorrow.
How it pains to see you're this shit!
There is no way you can hack it.
We can see that you are lightweight, oh, Hibbert!
Chicarito, to tell you the truth,
You're no Milner, Huguain, or Maicon.
Gour-cuff and Bent, are the ones we can rely on.
You were always poor of biceps,
Now we see you've broken a shoulder,
I hope we can patch it up together.
Chicarito, you and I know,
Transfer targets come and they go and the stains they keep leaving.
You'll be scoring once again and the draught will end.
You will have time for celebrating.
Chicarito, at Siena you'll fly...
Where the sun is filled in the sky and is shining above you.
Let us hear you score one more like you did before.
Score a few goals, Chicarito.
Try once more like you did before,
For a big move, Chicarito.