[Intro – acoustic guitar only, crowd noise faint in background – chants and claps echoing from a tunnel] [Marlow – soft, spoken, worn-out voice] We sing when we win. We sing when we lose. Red runs deeper than results. [Crowd chant fades in: “Auf geht’s Bayern! Kämpfen und siegen!”] ⸻ [Verse 1 – guitar plays steady rhythm, foot stomp joins] Red smoke in my lungs, Name on my chest, Bayern in blood, And beer on my breath. My voice cracked at halftime, Still I shout on repeat – We don’t sit down, We stand on defeat. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – whispered, soft claps from crowd] From Schickeria to hearts unknown, This is more than eleven alone. ⸻ [Chorus – louder, raspy, gang-style vocals echoing like in a tunnel] Für FC Bayern – we rise, we fall, We drink, we shout, we give it all. From the Südkurve – loud and near, Our love is red, and always here. ⸻ [Verse 2 – slower, reflective, crowd fades slightly] Painted faces, flags held high, We bled in rain, we burned the sky. Final whistle, but still we sing – Because pride don’t need a winning thing. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – repeated with crowd clapping along] From Schickeria to hearts unknown, This is more than eleven alone. ⸻ [Chorus – same, but one “Bayern!” shouted mid-line by a background voice] Für FC Bayern – we rise, we fall, We drink, we shout, we give it all. From the Südkurve – loud and near, Our love is red, and always here. ⸻ [Bridge – softer, over just tambourine and foot stomp] [Marlow – hushed, tired, emotional] We lost today… but the song don’t end. We carry it home like an old, drunk friend. ⸻ [Final chorus – half-shouted, gang vocal + crowd behind it] Für FC Bayern – we rise, we fall, We drink, we shout, we give it all. From the Südkurve – loud and near, Our love is red, and always here. ⸻ [Outro – ambient stadium fade, someone yells “Mia San Mia!” in distance] [Marlow – laughs, then speaks low into mic] One more round… for the team. For the dream. For Bayern. Prost.
