Verse 1 From Poland comes the taste of pierogi, Italy brings ravioli dreams. Turkey’s börek fills the air with magic, Romania’s sarmale warms our teams. Though we speak in different voices, Traditions bring us close again. Cooking stories bind our nations, And a friendship starts to flame. Chorus Piero-key to my heart, Open doors, we’re never far. Taste of friendship in the air, We can feel it everywhere. Hand in hand, we play our part — You’ve got the piero-key to my heart. Verse 2 We mix our cultures just like flavors, Laughing as we learn each day. Every country adds a rhythm, To the song we proudly play. Sharing dreams and new traditions, Finding what connects us all. When we work in collaboration, We stand strong, we stand tall. Chorus Piero-key to my heart, Open doors, we’re never far. Taste of friendship in the air, We can feel it everywhere. Hand in hand, we play our part — You’ve got the piero-key to my heart. Bridge From Poland, Turkey, Italy, To Romania’s warm melody — We sing as one across the lands, United voices, joining hands. Final Chorus Piero-key to my heart, Open doors, we’re never far. International family, Sharing love in harmony. Hand in hand, we play our part — You’ve got the piero-key… …to my heart!
