We often have a hoarse voice
Sometimes we wheeze at the half-time
Our hope is the strength of the club
The excited group often cheers
Sometimes we cry for a stupid goal
But the faith is our strength
Let the wind blow, let the choir sound
All of us have our winning anthems
Let the flags fly, we should honour them
All of us know our winning colours
A strange toreador came
He has a different shirt, that strange being
What is he whistling -- it's a drive
We will manage this match, anyway
A goal in the net -- yeah, you're welcome
It's a drive - that faith of ours
Let the wind blow, let the choir sound
All of us have our winning anthems
Let the flags fly, we should honour them
All of us know our winning colours
Let the wind blow, let the choir sound
All of us have our winning anthems
Let the flags fly, we should honour them
All of us know our winning colours....