Football Poet - Andrea Pirlo Song Lyrics

From Brescia's fields to San Siro's light
Pirlo's vision set the stage alight
Maestro of the midfield, architect supreme
Turning football into art, living the dream
With a flick of his boot, the ball takes flight
Opponents frozen, caught in his sight
Deep-lying playmaker, pulling the strings
In Milan's red and black, he spreads his wings
Ma-ma-ma-maestro, of the midfield art
Whoo-oh-oh-oh Pirlo, nation's beating heart
L'architetto, drawing blueprints on the grass
Pirlo's passes slice through, first to last
Andrea, Andrea, the thinking man's choice
In the beautiful game, a singular voice
Brescia's Baggio, his inspiration
Maledetta technique, a pure creation
Ballon d'Or nominee, year after year
FIFPro World XI, peers hold him dear
Pallone Azzurro, the nation's pride
A century of caps, taken in stride
MLS adventure, across the sea
Retiring in style, football royalty
Maglia azzurra, centosedici volte
Mondiali, Europei, emozioni raccolte
Van Gaal e Ancelotti, maestri ispiratori
La Juventus di Conte, tattiche superiori
Tesi di Coverciano, "Il calcio che vorrei"
Cento e sette su cento dieci, che direi
Dal campo alla panchina, sempre innovatore
Pirlo, calcio d'autore, eterno splendore
Ma-ma-ma-maestro, of the midfield art
Whoo-oh-oh-oh Pirlo, nation's beating heart
L'architetto, drawing blueprints on the grass
Pirlo's passes slice through, first to last
Andrea, Andrea, the thinking man's choice
In the beautiful game, a singular voice