[Verse 1] Tensions boil, hearts are tight, game’s a blaze, nerves ignite, Pitch a battlefield, warriors fight, ninety minutes, day to night. Portugal roaring, the clock’s getting thin, Free kick granted, the chance to win. [Chorus] Crowd holds their breath, stadium lung collapse, Ronaldo steps up, destiny overlaps. Golden boot laced with power and flame, Shoots the winner, immortalizes his name. [Verse 2] Ball defies air, bends through the skies, Keeper’s arms stretched, he ain’t that wise. Net ripples hard, crowd screams in flight, Ronaldo, the king, owns the night. [Bridge] Tears in his eyes, glory in his veins, Carrying a nation, breaking connected chains. Years of battles, now the summit's theirs, Ronaldo holds it high, silences the prayers. [Chorus] Crowd holds their breath, stadium lung collapse, Ronaldo steps up, destiny overlaps. Golden boot laced with power and flame, Shoots the winner, immortalizes his name. [Verse 3] Fireworks light, Portugal shines, History carved in vivid lines. Jersey number seven, etched in time’s lore, Ronaldo lifts the cup, forever adore.
