15th ucl of Real Madrid
“Under the Lights of Europe”
Beneath the stars where legends play,
Where hearts are bold and nights turn gray,
A white-clad force begins to rise—
With fire in hearts and gold in eyes.
In fifty-six, the tale began,
With Di Stéfano, the mighty man.
Five in a row, they carved the way,
A dynasty that came to stay.
Through years of storm, they held their ground,
Their anthem still the loudest sound.
Then came Zidane, mid-flight, mid-glow,
A volley struck, like falling snow.
La Décima, the whispered prayer,
Ramos flew through Lisbon’s air.
A 93rd, a dream reborn—
The crown restored, the white heart sworn.
Three years, three cups, the world stood still,
As magic danced on every will.
With Modrić’s grace and Ronaldo’s fire,
They climbed again, forever higher.
And when the odds stood tall and proud,
They found their strength within the crowd.
From Paris back to Bernabéu,
Miracles bloomed, as they always do.
Now fourteen stars above their name,
Each one lit with roaring flame.
Real Madrid — not just a team,
But Europe’s ever-burning dream.
