We were talented team.
Our success flowed like stream.
We were the best players
of the highest layers.
We were paid the highest
for we're thought to beat the toughest.
We were the most respectful.
In us everyone is hopeful.
We were very popular.
We had no similar.
But anything that started with proud,
it's shameful fall sounds aloud.
We were clothed by shame,
when our fans put us at blame.
We failed many consecutive times
without our well wishers feeling our rhymes.
With our jeasy we covered our face'.
No one stood in our place.
We bitterly wept in pain
like a woman to be slain'.
Anything that have beginning
must have an ending.
Any day that had morning
must equally have evening.
After retreat on our dignity,
we cooperated with absolute humility.
Players obeyed the headcoach.
Coach respect players' approach.
Then we with myraid fans lifted up
a golden championship cup.
