Let's go,
To the tournament of goals,
On a cold night in Moscow,
Can you cope?
Thirty-two teams,
Carrying seven billion dreams,
Countless hours spent on the turf and in the gym,
Are you ready to scream?
Legends are here but so are legend killers,
Dreamers are here but so are dream killers,
The eagle eyed referees had better be ready for kicks will fly,
Tell me! Where does your loyalty lie?
Jacks would climb beanstalks,
Giants would fall,
The tactically naive will receive a sound beat up,
For the defending Germans will come to crush!
The world will see a cluster of the biggest stars,
The Azzuri will regret not coming this far,
Friends and foes- all nations will unite,
The only religion here is passion, even blacks will dance with whites.
From the pitch to the stands; from the stands to the bench,
Tears would flow for boys would be separated from men,
In the end only one team will be victorious,
To march into the history books on a night so glorious!
It's almost time, we are almost there,
The fall of the Vikings is just the first of many.
And just like it was predicted by the seer,
Like the pig said, the Giant of Africa will trample on all its enemies.
Thanks and God blessed...