[intro] Soccer field at the edge of town Burning sun, buildings on construction Whirling dust and smoke and wind and sometimes rain... There he stands in his stiff shoes Nino already looks like a man Even if he's only twelve with a heart full of fear [hook] Have no fear, Nino to miss a penalty kick — that's not what a player is really judged for [break] You can tell a good player by his bravery, by his selflessness, his creativity [build up] Who knows, Nino — how many you've seen and how many more you will? Those sad players who have never won, who've hung their shoes on some old wall and now laugh in some dim bar, spent ten years loving a woman that they never ever loved... Who knows how many you've already seen, and how many more you will [break] Nino got it right away (the coach seemed pleased) so he put his heart into his shoes and ran faster than the wind He took a ball that looked bewitched, that seemed glued to his foot He entered the box, he shot without looking and the keeper let it through... [hook] Have no fear, Nino to miss a penalty kick — that's not what a player is really judged for... [outro] "This boy will grow even if now he's scrawny — next year he'll wear the jersey number 7."
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