[Intro] One ball. One pitch. One world. [Verse 1] From the streets of São Paulo to the rooftops of Dakar, From the frozen fields of Reykjavik to the dust of Kandahar, No visas, no borders, no translation in the air, Just a ball at your feet and a thousand hands up there. [Build] They said we were different, Different language, different flag, different name. Then the whistle hit the silence— And we all screamed the same. [Chorus] This is the game that needs no words, The song every city already knows. One heartbeat, eight billion strong, Wherever the beautiful game goes. No matter where you come from, We all know the sound it makes— Football, when the net starts shaking, That’s a language the whole world speaks. [Outro] You don’t need to speak my language To know what it means when the net shakes. Football. The world’s one true common tongue.
