19 ([Acoustic])

It's a beautiful Sunday And I feel it on the skin The warmth of sunlight and The breath of the wind "It's just a stupid game", you say, But it's much more than this The adrenaline of victory The shivers of defeat And I run, as fast as I can The ball as a friend And I leave troubles behind In a way you'd never understand I feel free, and emotion is always the same I'm an eagle dressed in red and black And a number 19 on the back At the dawn of the Monday Someone won and someone lost For such a little difference Being across the line or not "It's not that bad", you say But at least it is for me. What is worth living for If not the little things. And I run, as fast as I can The ball as a friend And I leave troubles behind In a way you'd never understand I feel free, and emotion is always the same I'm an eagle dressed in red and black And a number 19 on the back Demons, are passing by No pain, no gain, no fame nor peace of mind Oh teammate, stay by my side So I leave troubles behind In a way you'd never understand I feel free, and emotion is always the same I'm an eagle dressed in red and black And a number 19 on the back