In a small town by the river, he grew up strong and wild
With a dream of chasing glory, just a simple country child
He played on streets in sunshine, ball was life, it was his way
Never thought he'd conquer nations, make defenders beg and pray
From Newell's up to Boca, oh the goals he carved in stone
Florence loved him as a hero, gave him statues, called him home
The crowds would sing his name aloud, Batigol they would repeat
And when he struck that perfect shot, it knocked you off your seat
Batistuta, Batigol, the Florentine dream
Hat-tricks in two World Cups, the only one supreme
From Argentina's pastures to Rome's golden gate
Batistuta, Batigol, a name so great
In Rome he wore the champion's crown, the season of his pride
But even when he faced old friends, he couldn't turn the tide
A warrior built on loyalty, he stood by Florence still
Though silver trophies called his name, his heart was there at will
He played with strength, he played with grace, a man of simple truth
And though the years have passed him by, he carries still that youth
And now he walks with heavy steps, but his spirit never bows
Gabriel, the man, the myth, who shook those sacred grounds
Vamos, Gabriel, eres nuestro campeón
Las calles de Reconquista cantan tu canción
Goles que el mundo nunca olvidará
El ángel Gabriel, siempre volarás
Desde Argentina hasta Italia, tu huella quedó
Con el corazón de un guerrero, tu legado brilló
Hoy brindamos por tu vida, tu lucha eternal
Gabriel, siempre fuerte, un héroe inmortal
Batistuta, Batigol, the Florentine dream
Hat-tricks in two World Cups, the only one supreme
From Argentina's pastures to Rome's golden gate
Batistuta, Batigol, a name so great
