Thou art the three musketeers,
Guiding thy armies to winning.
Silver swords like lightning,
Illuminate the dull skies of Europe.
O, ye, men of football!
The nights surrender to thee
And the morn are defeated,
Thy might never fades but flares up like firework.
Thou art the Gods of thy clubs,
Lifting trophies and hoisting medals.
Soar high to the zenith of the elites
With victories and glories, thou shall be remembered.