It begins not with a sound, but with a stir—
a whisper in the wind, a pulse in the heart,
AMERICA, the song, rises like dawn—
not from one land, but from the soul of many.
A song born of dreams and dust,
of golden grass fields and barefoot hopes,
it sings of love—not just for the game,
but for each other, for the world, for what we become
when we chase joy with open arms.
It is the voice of millions—
crores of hearts beating in rhythm,
feet moving to a melody older than words.
Here, in its music,
talent meets toil, passion meets purpose,
and all divisions melt in the heat of play.
From the mountains of Mexico
to the lakes of Canada,
through the cities of the United States—
the anthem travels like fire and river both,
igniting spirits, quenching fears.
Health—yes, health—is its secret prayer,
the quiet wisdom beneath the roar,
reminding us that strength begins within,
and life, like the game, is lived best
when the body sings with the soul.
And so, as the world waits—breath held,
eyes wide, hearts full—
AMERICA arrives like thunder wrapped in light,
a storm of joy,
a promise that when we play together,
we are no longer many, but one.
Let it echo.
Let it rise.
Let it carry us beyond borders,
into the mystic sky where football flies—
and every goal is a poem,
every cheer, a song of peace.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem