When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don´t be afraid of the dark ;
at the end of a storm is a golden sky
and the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain,
tho´ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
and you´ll never walk alone,
you´ll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
and you´ll never walk alone,
you´ll never, ever walk alone.
Lorsque tu traverses une tempête,
garde la tête froide,
et n´aies pas peur de l´ombre ;
à la fin d´une tempête il y a un ciel doré
et la douce et vieille chanson de l´alouette.
Marche à travers le vent,
Marche à travers la pluie,
Même si même tes rêves sont emportés
Marche, marche avec l´espoir dans ton cœur,
et tu ne marcheras jamais seul,
tu ne marcheras plus jamais seul.
Marche, marche avec l´espoir dans ton cœur,
et tu ne marcheras jamais seul,
tu ne marcheras plus jamais seul.
Hampden in the Sun
Oh Hampden in the sun, Celtic 7 Rangers 1,
That was the score when it came time up, The Timalloys had won the cup. [13]
I see Tully running down the line, He slips the ball past Valentine,
It´s nodded down by ´Teazy Weazy´,[14] And Sammy Wilson makes it look so easy.
Chorus
I see Mochan beating Shearer, The League Cup is coming nearer,
He slams in an impossible shot, The Rangers team has had their lot.
Chorus
Over comes a very high ball, Up goes McPhail above them all,
The ball and Billy´s head have met, A lovely sight the ball is in the net.
Chorus
Young Sam Wilson has them rocked, But unluckily his shot was blocked,
Then big Bill with a lovely lob, Makes it look such an easy job.
Chorus
Now here is Mochan on the ball, He runs around poor Ian McColl,
Wee George Niven takes a daring dive, But Smiler Mochan makes it number five.
Chorus
Down the middle runs Billy McPhail, With John Valentine on his tail,
With a shot along the ground, The cup´s at Parkhead safe and sound.[15]
Chorus
Here comes Fernie, cool and slick, He ambles up to take the kick,
He hits it hard and low past Niven, The Tims are in their Seventh Heaven.
I´m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams,
They fade and die.
Fortune´s always hiding,
I´ve looked everywhere,
I´m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.
In´ ena horto magico, dhoste mou ligho ghia na pio, ton PAO mou na onirefto ke na fonaks´ os to Theo
Panatha mou, se aghapo, san heroini, sa skliro narcotico, san to hashish, to lsd, ghia me sena PAO mastouroni ol´ i ghi,
ol´ i ghi.
Panatha mou,
Panatha mou,
se aghapo,
se aghapo,
opou ki an pezis panda tha s´ akoloutho,
s´ akoloutho,
PAO edho,
PAO edho,
PAO eki,
PAO eki,
opou ki an pezis panda tha ´maste mazi,
panda mazi.
c´est une herbe magique, laisse moi y gouter un peu, pour rêver de mon PAO et crier jusqu´à dieu:
Mon Panatha, je t´aime, comme l´heroine, comme une drogue dure, comme le hashish, le lsd, pour toi PAO le monde entier est défoncé,
- le monde entier !!
Mon Panatha
- mon Panatha !
je t´aime,
- je t´aime!
partout ou tu joueras je te suivrai
- Je te suivrai !!
PAO ici
- PAO ici !!
PAO la bas
- PAO la bas !!
Où tu joueras nous serons toujours ensemble
- Toujours ensemble !
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