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One game… one dream… one ground…
No flag can hold the fire when the whistle breaks the chain
From the alley to the archlight, every scar spells out your name
The earth beneath our cleats is just a drum we learn to pound
One touch, one turn, one tackle – and the silence leaves the ground
¡Olé! ¡Olé! We rise, we fall, we stand as one somehow
The goal is just a heartbeat in the samba of the now
From kick‑off to the final star, we write it on the air
This is the world’s hymn – do you dare to take us there?
They drew a line in eighty‑eight, they built a wall of names
But every broken shin became a carnival of flames
The keeper prays to statues, but the net just drinks the rain
And the boy who never owned a ball – he paints the final lane
No loser, no ghost… Just feet that kiss the post…
The trophy is the journey – raise it higher than the host
¡Olé! ¡Olé! We rise, we fall, we stand as one somehow
The goal is just a heartbeat in the samba of the now
From kick‑off to the final star, we write it on the air
This is the world’s hymn – do you dare to take us there?
No loser, no ghost… Just feet that kiss the post…
The trophy is the journey – raise it higher than the host
¡Olé! ¡Olé! We bleed, we heal, we kneel but never bow
One shot can change the story – this is here, this is now
From kick‑off to the final star, we’ll tear apart the air
The world’s own heartbeat – we declare
…the world’s own heartbeat…
…the world’s own heartbeat…
…the world’s own heartbeat…
One game… one dream… one ground…
