Arjen Robben Song

In the heart of Groningen, where the story begins
A young lad named Arjen Robben, with a dream to win
Dribbling down the sidelines, faster than the rest
With a touch of magic, he was simply blessed
From PSV to Chelsea, he rose up high
Through the rain and injuries, he'd always fly
Madrid's white jersey couldn't hold him long
Bavaria called his name, that's where he belonged

Oh Arjen Robben, flying down the wing
With a left foot thunder, hear the chorus sing
From the fields of orange to the Bavarian snow
He's the hero of our stories, everywhere we'd go

In Munich's red, he found his stride
Eight league titles by his side
With Ribéry, they danced across the field"Robbery" they called them, defenses yield
A Champions League night under London's sky
He scored the winner, made the whole crowd cry
Though the years have passed, the legend stays
In every pub and heart, his legacy plays

In Oranje shirt, hij gaf ons hoop
Van Afrika tot aan Europa's troon
Met snelle stappen en een vlammend schot
Arjen bracht ons vreugde op elke spot
Hij rende langs de lijn, zo snel, zo vrij
Voor Nederland stond hij altijd zij aan zij
Dank voor de momenten, de passie, de strijd
Arjen Robben, onze nationale trots altijd

Oh Arjen Robben, flying down the wing
With a left foot thunder, hear the chorus sing
From the fields of orange to the Bavarian snow
He's the hero of our stories, everywhere we'd go