Beneath the radiant sun’s embrace,
Eleven hearts with a single chase,
A ball that glides with gentle grace,
On fields where dreams find their place.

With every pass and every stride,
The spirit of the game won’t hide,
Echoes of cheers on every side,
In unity, we take the ride.

The goalposts stand like ancient gates,
Witnessing the players’ fates,
A dance of skill that never waits,
Weaving through the lines of mates.

As twilight falls, the shadows grow,
The final whistle marks the show,
Yet in our hearts, the embers glow,
For soccer’s love will always flow.