In Madrid’s heart, where Bernabéu stands tall,
A legend unfolds, echoing through the hall.
Real Madrid, a name that ignites the soul,
Where history whispers, and victories unfold.
From Di Stéfano’s magic, to Puskas’ fiery grace,
A Galactico galaxy, leaving no trace
But awe and wonder, in every daring stride,
Goals like brushstrokes, where dreams reside.
Gento, the phantom, a blur on the wing,
Pirri the warrior, making defenses sing.
The Bernabéu roars, a white tide in its might,
“Hala Madrid!” they chant, bathed in golden light.
Years may pass, legends may fade,
But the spirit endures, a promise unfaded.
From Zidane’s mastery, to Raul’s tireless claim,
Real Madrid’s heart beats, fueled by endless flame.
Cristiano’s thunder, Ramos’ unyielding might,
Benzema’s artistry, shining ever so bright.
Modric’s wand weaves, Kroos’ metronome sings,
A symphony of talents, where victory takes wing.
But beyond the trophies, etched in silver and gold,
It’s the fight in their veins, the stories untold.
The comebacks etched deep, in injury time’s despair,
Where hope ignites anew, a spirit to share.
For Real Madrid is more than just a crest,
It’s a family bound, by passion’s test.
From youth academy dreams, to legends they become,
Carrying the torch, where heroes have roamed.
So raise a glass, to the white and the grand,
To the Bernabéu’s echoes, across every land.
For Real Madrid’s spirit, forever shall reign,
A testament to passion, etched in Spain.