Beneath the wide and endless sky,
Where dreams and echoes intertwine,
The beautiful game begins to fly,
A dance of passion on the line.
On green fields where legends rise,
The hearts of many beat as one,
With every pass, a new surprise,
Beneath the gaze of the setting sun.
The cheers of crowds, a roaring sea,
A symphony of hopes and fears,
In every goal, a jubilee,
A testament to sweat and tears.
Under the moonlit evening skies,
Where young and old share common dreams,
The beautiful game never dies,
It lives in every goal that gleams.