Futbol

On the field of highest victors

He ties his lace

Kiss the ground and skies above him

The highest praise

No one else can stand beside him

His courage ten feet tall

The whistle blows from far behind him

Already knows the call

Crowds screaming for the win

Flip the coin, it begins

Painted flags, painted skin

Look up and take it in

Fear comes rushing in now

Colors wearing thin now

And if you fall there’ll be angels to catch you

Hands from above, nobody can match you

A fire burning within

Hold that flame till the end

Through the call of crowds surround him

He only hears one sound

See the fallen round beside him

The keeper turned around

Nothing bars his one desire

He's more than halfway there

Passage of 100 meters

Not a step to spare

Crowds screaming for the win

Flip the coin, it begins

Painted flags, painted skin

Look up and take it in

Fear comes rushing in now

Colors wearing thin now

And if you fall there’ll be angels to catch you

Hands from above, nobody can match you

I raise your hand high

Throwing flowers at your feet

I raise your hand high

Throwing flowers at your feet