aha aha aha
your playing for hours
strewn with wounds on your legs
skinned knees, but the round thing has to go in
playing barefoot in spring
in summer with shoes made of leather
in autumn with shinguards
and in winter with a snowball
mainly go out with with the boys
just a shoot from 11 metres gets it to the point
dribbling left (left), right (right), technic, that fascinates
karl, the small squit found finally his champion
you have no time for a girlfriend
you have exactly 10 buddies, but you have to be 11
and all are looking up to you
all are freaking out, smoke is rising from block 7
it's your stage, your holy lawn
the floodlight is shining and all are screaming your name
your playing the game of your life (yeah)
you let it pop,
you let your bomb drop
you only need 2 trees, 3 friends and a ball
and your brother has a ripped jersey
matthäus number 10 what a fucked up jersey
as a punishment you will nutmeg it two times
doin' a flick flack, even the lions are cheering
and a dude in a suit is standing on the brink
has a deal in his hand from ajax amsterdam
your life is the reason, why you don't believe in god anymore
soccer is the reason, why you trust god again
refrain:
one ball, one street and a maradona shirt
a big dream, a small guy swears on (3x)
the world is round and gets stepped with feet
so give me the cup, cause it's mine!