The year of the 14th: The lyrics of the anthem

Real Madrid 2021/2022 will always be remembered not only for its titles and comebacks, but also for being a continuous tribute to the anthems of the entity

Let's see. If my information is correct, the first hymn is from 1952, with the voice of José Aguilar (and later versioned by Mercé).

I have always liked the happy and smiling part, because that is what Madrid should strive for.

I will put in bold the parts that this season we have glorified the most

Of sporting glories who are championing Spain. Madrid goes with its flag clean and white that does not tarnish. Castizo and generous club, all nerve and heart, veterans and novices, veterans and novices, they always look at your laurels with respect and emotion. Hala Madrid !, Hala Madrid! Noble and warlike champion, Knight of honor. Hala Madrid !, Hala Madrid! To triumph in a good fight, defending your color Enemy in the contest, when he loses shake his hand,  without envy or grudges, as good and faithful brother. Sundays in the afternoon, walking to Chamartín, the little girls from Madrid, they are happy and smiling because Real Madrid will play today  Hala Madrid!, Hala Madrid! Noble and warlike champion, Knight of honor. Hala Madrid !, Hala Madrid! To triumph in a good fight, defending your color

De las glorias deportivas que campean por España. va el Madrid con su bandera limpia y blanca que no empaña. Club castizo y generoso, todo nervio y corazón, veteranos y noveles, veteranos y noveles, miran siempre tus laureles con respeto y emoción.

¡Hala Madrid!, ¡Hala Madrid! Noble y bélico adalid, caballero del honor. ¡Hala Madrid!, ¡Hala Madrid! A triunfar en buena lid, defendiendo tu color. ¡Hala Madrid!, Hala Madrid!, ¡Hala Madrid!

Enemigo en la contienda, cuando pierde da la mano sin envidias ni rencores, como bueno y fiel hermano. Los domingos por la tarde, caminando a Chamartín, las mocitas madrileñas, las mocitas madrileñas van alegres y risueñas porque hoy juega su Madrid. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zODdv7aPQs

If something has stood out this year, it has been the fight of veterans and novices.

Then came the centenary, in 2002, with that bad Cup final memory. But the anthem did remain in the memory. How not to do it if the voice is by Plácido Domingo (and music by JM Cano) Hala Madrid! Starfield where I grew up Hala Madrid! You play in verse. Let the universe know how Madrid plays. Madrid comes out to fight. Madrid comes out to win. Hala Madrid! __

¡Hala Madrid! Campo de estrellas donde crecí  ¡Hala Madrid! Juegas en verso  Que sepa el universo cómo juega el Madrid  Sale el Madrid a luchar Sale el Madrid a ganar 

¡Hala Madrid!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsmaRktxsFM

Several things: the anthem sung here is in celebration of the 100-point league, another year of Madrid's struggle to fight and win, another of the most remembered years (2011-2012)

A decade of that. But that was important, because although the European Cups went after Mou, it was that fight, that indomitable spirit, what brought  us the victories later. Luka Modric is what embodies all of this. The field of stars where I was born, the fight and the victory.

And of course: The Anthem of the Tenth. I'm sure someone will make a lyric video with images just from this season. Jabois, here, was inspired and prophetic.

The History you've made, the History yet to be made. Because no one can resist your willingness to win! The stars are now coming out! My old Chamartín... From far away and from nearby you gather us all here! I wear your shirt tight, right next to my heart! The days you play are everything I am! "The Saeta" is running! My Madrid is attacking! I am struggle! I am beauty! The cry I learned: Madrid! Madrid! Madrid! Hala Madrid! And nothing more! And nothing more! Hala Madrid! __

Historia que tu hiciste, historia por hacer, porque nadie resiste, tus ganas de vencer. Ya salen las estrellas, mi viejo Chamartín. De lejos y de cerca, nos traen hasta aquí. Llevo tu camiseta, pegada al corazón los días que tu juegas, soy todo lo que soy. Ya corre la saeta, ya ataca mi Madrid. Soy lucha, soy belleza, el grito que aprendí. 

Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡Hala Madrid¡ y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala Madrid! Historia que tu hiciste, historia por hacer, porque nadie resiste, tus ganas de vencer Ya salen las estrellas, mi viejo Chamartín, de lejos y de cerca, nos traen hasta aquí. Madrid, Madrid, Madrid, ¡hala Madrid ¡y nada más, y nada más, ¡Hala Madrid! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuFjNEuO5XE It's not Placido Domingo but we enjoyed it just the same.