On the posters scattered
On the city walls

Three aces in a tough game
A girl and two boys

One of the boys mature
Hardened by age
Plays the safest game
Patience and loyalty

The other still a boy
Impetuous and virile
Even when he plays a thousand
It's an elegant, fine game

The girl who runs free
In defense and attack
Makes the play of a star
Calm and precise in the dribble

Three musketeers looked at each other
As if they were warriors
Three stooges if we think about the grace, the light of laughter

Three poets of the song
And the name of the game is to sing

They castrate themselves to give life if necessary

Three of a kind on the table
Make your bet now
Winning was never certain
Singing is what we like

On the posters scattered
On the city walls
Three aces in a tough game
A girl and two boys

One of the boys mature
Hardened by age
Plays the safest game
Patience and loyalty

The other still a boy
Impetuous and virile
Even when he plays a thousand
It's an elegant, fine game

The girl who runs free
In defense and attack
Makes the play of a star
Calm and precise in the dribble

Three musketeers looked at each other
As if they were warriors
Three stooges if we think about the grace, the light of laughter

Three poets of the song
And the name of the game is to sing
They castrate themselves to give life if necessary

Three of a kind on the table
Make your bet now
Winning was never certain
Singing is what we like

I can't get no
Satisfaction
I can't get no
Satisfaction

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