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Όλο το γήπεδο είναι στο πόδι
είμαστε ο κόσμος των μπλαουγράνα
ερχόμαστε από παντού
και από τον βορρά
και από το νότο
όλοι είμαστε μαζί
με σημαία στο χέρι.
Οι μπλαουγράνα προχωρούν
με μια δυνατή φωνή
έχουμε ένα όνομα γνωστό,
το ξέρουν όλοι,
Μπάρσα! Μπάρσα! Μπάρσα!

Παίκτες, φίλαθλοι,
όλοι ενωμένοι δυνατοί
είναι χρόνια γεμάτα επιτυχιών
είναι πολλά όσα έχουμε κάνει
και το έχουμε αποδείξει, το έχουμε αποδείξει,
και κανείς δεν θα μπορέσει να τα φτάσει.
Oι μπλαουγράνα προχωρούν
με μια δυνατή φωνή
έχουμε ένα όνομα γνωστό,
το ξέρουν όλοι,
Μπάρσα! Μπάρσα! Μπάρσα!

Tsibito....Ασε εμεις οι αεκτζιδεσ χρησιμοποιουμε αλλα μεσα αν χανουμε...Ασε...Κοιτα την ομαδουλα σου.....

Παράθεση: Το μέλος angel21 στις 22-03-2007 στις 18:05 έγραψε... Tsibito....Ασε εμεις οι αεκτζιδεσ χρησιμοποιουμε αλλα μεσα αν χανουμε...Ασε...Κοιτα την ομαδουλα σου.....

Θα προτιμουσα να μην το κανουμε οπαδικο το τοπικ... Ας συνεχισουμε σε μουσικους ρυθμους.

ΙΔΑΝΙΚΟ ΚΑΙ ΠΙΣΤΕΥΩ

 

Να και ο ύμνος της δικής μου ομάδας [ως γέννημα - θρέμμα της περιοχής Ζωγράφου και Ιλισίων υποστηρίζω την ομάδα της γειτονιάς μου σε όποια κατηγορία και αν παίζει] :

Στα Ιλίσια υπάρχει μια ομάδα τρομερή

που και τώρα ξεκινάει για τη νίκη την τρανή.

Ηλυσιακός, Ηλυσιακός, σύλλογος ιστορικός

Ηλυσιακός, Ηλυσιακός, σύλλογος ιστορικός.

 

Liverbird Upon My Chest

Originally a song called 'Ballad of the Green Berets' where Sergeant Barry Sadler wrote the lyrics and Robin Moore wrote the music. It was made into a film staring John Wayne. Was written as a Liverpool song in the mid 80s by Phil Aspinall but the original version only went as far as the 1986 cup final with the rest of the verses added since. Was first sung at a London game during the 1986-87 season, possibly Spurs.

Here's a song about a football team
The greatest team you've ever seen
A team that play total Football
They've won the league, Europe and all.

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

With Kenny Dalglish on the ball
He was the greatest of them all
And Ian Rush, four goals or two
Left Evertonians feeling blue

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

Now if you go down Goodison Way
Hard luck stories you hear each day
There's not a trophy to be seen
'Cos Liverpool have swept them clean

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

Now on the glorious 10th of May
There's laughing reds on Wembley Way
We're full of smiles and joy and glee
It's Everton 1 and Liverpool 3

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

Now on the 20th of May
We're laughing still on Wembley Way
Those Evertonians are feeling blue
It's Liverpool 3 and Everton 2

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

And as we sang round Goodison Park
With crying blues all in a nark
They're probably crying still
at Liverpool 5 and Everton nil.

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

We Remember them with pride
Those mighty reds of Shankly's side
And Kenny's boys of '88
There's never been a side so great

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

Now back in 1965
When great Bill Shankly was alive
We're playing Leeds, the score's 1-1
When it fell to the head of Ian St John

A Liverbird upon my chest
We are the men, of Shankly's best
A team that plays the Liverpool way
And wins the championship in May

On April 15th '89
What should have been a joyous time
Ninety six Friends, we all shall miss
And all the Kopites want justice (JUSTICE)

Bill Shankly From Glenbuck

Written by John Mackin from the Red All Over The Land website, 'Bill Shankly From Glenbuck' is sung to the tune of 'Sean South from Garryowen', a rebel song about an IRA volunteer who was shot dead in 1956 while attempting to attack an RUC base in Northern Ireland.

Twas on a cold December's day
Back in 1959
When a man came down from Hudersfield Town
To lead the Anfield line
He bought Yeats from Dundee and St. John
And the football world was shook
This man he became a legend
Bill Shankly from Glenbuck.

On the Kop we'd sway and sing
Till our hearts would burst with pride
And Shanks he made a pact with us
To build another side
With Keegan, Tosh and Steve Heighway
The great man kept his word
Then in '74 he bade farewell
Our dear old Scottish Laird.

Now when Shanks was gone we sang walk on
But feared we'd walk alone,
The search was on to find the one
Who could fill the masters throne.
The one we crowned became renowned
Throughout the football game
Three European Cups, six championships,
Bob Paisley was his name.

Now when Bob stepped down he left his crown
Inside his Anfield home
Joe Fagan came and brought new fame
With a treble won in Rome
Though the Heysel year left Joe in tears,
The following year he'd sing,
When we won the league and FA Cup
And Kenny was our king.

When he played in red Bob Paisley said
He's the best he'd ever seen
And the team he built in 88
Ruled the football league supreme.
And when Hillsborough left us all bereaved
And the Kop bedecked in flowers,
Kenny proved he truly was a king
In Anfield's darkest hour.

Now the mantles being past to a man from France
And it's Houllier we praise.
As the reds walk on, the Kops in song
And we savour glory days
Days of ball to feet, of victory sweet
Days of passion, guile and fire
The legacy of one so great
Bill Shankly from Ayshire.

Παράθεση: Το μέλος kwstasagas στις 15-01-2009 στις 02:06 έγραψε... Να και ο ύμνος της δικής μου ομάδας [ως γέννημα - θρέμμα της περιοχής Ζωγράφου και Ιλισίων υποστηρίζω την ομάδα της γειτονιάς μου σε όποια κατηγορία και αν παίζει] : Στα Ιλίσια υπάρχει μια ομάδα τρομερή που και τώρα ξεκινάει για τη νίκη την τρανή. Ηλυσιακός, Ηλυσιακός, σύλλογος ιστορικός Ηλυσιακός, Ηλυσιακός, σύλλογος ιστορικός.

Φίλε kwstasagas

Τον τελευταίο καιρό το γνωστό τραγουδάκι αποκτά ποδοσφαιρικές προεκτάσεις:

Μπλε, μπλε, μπλε, μπλε, μπλε, μπλε

πως σου πάνε καλέ τα μπλε!!!

κι ακόμη στίχοι που ψάχνουν μουσική επένδυση:

Ηλυ – θρησκεία

συγχώνευση καμία

Ε, ρε ξεφτίλα που πάθαμε!!!

 

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