"spion" poems
Back of the net,
A collective roar
Of instant joy,
Lets get one more.
We need the points
To stay on top.
So keep on chanting
in the Spion Kop.
Four wins on the trot,
lets make it 5.
We'll bring this city of
Liverpool alive.
It's now or never,
We're almost there.
This is the last game,
This is our year.
45 minutes to go,
Then the season ends.
Go tell your neighbours,
Go tell your friends.
Join in with the chorus,
Join in with the song,
We are Liverpool,
We are back,
Right where we belong.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
Kemarin malam
Keheningan datang merayu
Untuk memulai sebuah percakapan denganmu
Dengan topik ringan tentang kehidupan
Duduk di atas motor berboncengan
Sesekali kamu mencuri pandang melalui kaca spion sambil tersenyum
Sedangkan aku berusaha mengendalikan debar di dada
Ah, senyummu sungguh mempesona
Tapi, apakah kita bisa bersama?
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC