歌词
In the virtual stadium, under digital skies,
Itay, Orel, Amit, Niv, and Yaniv rise,
Their hearts beat strong, their spirits high,
In the world of pixels, where dreams can fly.
Through the ups and downs, they've faced it all,
From narrow defeats to victory's call,
They train and they strategize, day and night,
In their quest for glory, they shine so bright.
Oh, they run on the field, in the game they adore,
With every kick and pass, they strive for more,
Itay, Orel, Amit, Niv, and Yaniv, hand in hand,
They chase the Cup, across the virtual land.
From the group stages to the final bout,
They fought as one, without a doubt,
With skills honed sharp, and teamwork true,
They battled on, their goal in view.
Through injuries and setbacks they pushed ahead,
With determination that never fled,
They knew one day, their time would come,
To lift the Cup, under the digital sun.
Oh, they run on the field, in the game they adore,
With every kick and pass, they strive for more,
Itay, Orel, Amit, Niv, and Yaniv, hand in hand,
They chase the Cup, across the virtual land.
And on that day, the crowd roared loud,
As they scored the goal, amidst the crowd,
Their fans cheered on, hearts beating fast,
In their moment of triumph, at last.
Oh, they run on the field, in the game they adore,
With every kick and pass, they strive for more,
Itay, Orel, Amit, Niv, and Yaniv, hand in hand,
They've won the Cup, across the virtual land.
In pixels and code, their victory shines bright,
A testament to their strength and might,
Itay, Orel, Amit, Niv, and Yaniv, forever to claim,
The champions of Hattrick, in football's name.
Oh, they run on the field, in the game they adore,
With every kick and pass, they strive for more,
Itay, Orel, Amit, Niv, and Yaniv, hand in hand,
They've won the Cup, across the virtual land.
They've won the Cup, across the virtual land,
In the game they love, united they stand.
