Beneath the blazing sun or the floodlit sky,
The pitch becomes a stage where dreams can fly,
Boots kiss the ball with a lover’s touch,
In this theatre, we all feel so much.

A roar of the crowd, a surge of hope,
Eleven hearts beating, learning to cope,
With every pass, every tackle made,
The spirit of the game will never fade.

Lines drawn on grass, a sacred ground,
Where histories are written, heroes crowned,
The ball is life, it breathes, it sings,
In every movement, the soul of football springs.

From the streets to the grand arenas wide,
Across the world, this passion can’t be denied,
For in every goal, in every cheer,
The beauty of football is forever clear.