Up to the Bucs
Once upon the time in
the city of Rome happiness
was hardly to be known,
until something extraordinary happen,
yes the Ghost was born
The year was 1937.
The world was shaking,
no peace, no happiness at all,
darkness was floating
around the surface of the ocean
Until the twins meet and unite
The state of black and red its not
something to the ignore
Its our state of happiness, because once
the chosen, always on top of the Race
Remember our flag
represent the skin of the gigantic mountain,
No other colour its way to dangerous than Red
-the symbol of entertainment
because its known as a Life server
No life exist without red because
its carry the weight of life
Meanwhile happy people are everywhere
with hope and enjoyment
That's what the foundation its all about
No pain no regrets
The club is Orlando pirates
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