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They left before the end
The game is not for over
They had to leave the field

I’ve grown up,
Growing up to the graveyard tomb

I’ve watched,
Watching many won and defeated teams

No; never I supported this team,
Still not supporting for the five won world cup 

This is yellow jersey
As like the blooming sunflower at rising sun 

Ever active untamable 
Irresistible, indomitable 

I didn’t lose
We, the supporters, didn’t lose
Brazil, A Seleção, didn’t lose
The group of rhythmic samba dance didn’t lose

It is an evanescent suffering 
It is a dewy passion on the desert 
Everything will come back very soon
Just recovered health the football king

I support this team, am supporter
Because, it’s a natural source of soccer 

We watched- Pele, Garrincha, Romario, Zico,
Rivaldo, Phenomenon Ronaldo, Ronadinho
Watched their metrical composition of feet
In field they offered peerless football treat 

Cafu, Kaká, Carlos, Robinho, Bebeto with them many more
We never forget their world class charismatic game sure

O Neymar, Silva, Kutinho,  Martinelli, Vinicius 
Play, play and play; give us back your best cruise

Don’t break down; we are with you always
Prepare for the Next World Cup in Ca-Me-US

Long live Brazilian National Football Team
Long live the ever rhythmic game stream

©Mahtab Bangalee
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12/12/2022

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