(Intro – voix douce, autotune léger) Yeah…
they doubted the white…
but they don’t know Madrid…
(Couplet 1 – flow Drake, posé, émotionnel) I see the pressure on your shoulders, but you still stand tall
Courtois in the net, he never lets us fall
Valverde running like there’s fire in his veins
Bellingham thinking three steps ahead of the game
Vinícius on the wing, turning silence into noise
Mbappé chasing glory like a dream of boys
Rodrygo in the shadows, but he shines when it’s dark
and every single heartbeat is a Madrid spark
(Pré-refrain – montée émotionnelle) They talk about ending… we talk about rise
every scar on the shirt tells a story of pride
no fear in this dressing room, only belief
turning every heartbreak into relief
(REFRAIN – chanté, puissant, signature Drake vibe) We rise again… yeah we rise again
in the white of Madrid, we don’t break, we bend
We rise again… yeah we rise again
this is Real Madrid… till the very end
(Couplet 2 – plus intense, flow un peu plus rapide) Every training ground is a battlefield zone
every pass, every touch, we claim it as our own
Camavinga breaking lines like a coded dream
Tchouaméni holding the balance in between
no panic when the lights get cold and loud
we perform when the world is screaming out loud
cause pressure is just fuel when you wear this crest
and only the strongest survive the test
(Outro – fade émotionnel) So don’t bow down… don’t fade away…
Madrid is forever… we find a way…
Yeah…
Hala Madrid…
