“Agostinho’s Birthday Ballad (No War, Just Goals)”
(A Peace Anthem)
[Verse 1]
Under the lights of the football pitch,
Agostinho’s birthday wish.
Messi and Ronaldo, shoulder to shoulder,
Striking for peace, no wars to smolder.
The game’s on pause, the world holds its breath,
Two legends refuse to play until there’s no threat.
Of missiles flying, of lives torn apart,
They demand a new game, a change of heart.
[Chorus]
From swords to plowshares, from missiles to stars,
Build a spaceship, not scars.
On Agostinho’s day, let the ball roll free,
No World War 3, just unity.
[Verse 2]
Trump’s in his tower, Putin’s on his throne,
The footballers’ strike shakes them to the bone.
No golden boots, no Ballon d’Or shine,
Till the nukes are grounded and the world aligns.
Crowds in the streets, they chant and sing,
“Trade the warheads for the peace they bring.
Make the rockets tools to explore the skies,
Not weapons of fear, not nations’ cries.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Agostinho’s voice rings loud and true,
“A world without football? That won’t do!”
But first, my friends, there’s a price to pay,
No goals till the nukes go away.
[Chorus]
From swords to plowshares, from missiles to stars,
Build a spaceship, not scars.
On Agostinho’s day, let the ball roll free,
No World War 3, just unity.
[Bridge] (Spoken over soft guitar)
“Imagine the fields, no bombs to break,
Just Messi’s touch and Ronaldo’s fake.
The stadiums roar, not for the fight,
But for a world bathed in peaceful light.”
[Breakdown] (Intense build-up with drums and crowd chants)
No war, no hate, just the beautiful game,
Turn the weapons to tools, let the world reclaim.
Agostinho’s birthday, a call to unite,
For Messi and Ronaldo, we join the fight!
[Final Chorus]
From swords to plowshares, from missiles to stars,
Build a spaceship, not scars.
On Agostinho’s day, let the ball roll free,
No World War 3, just unity.
[Outro]
The whistle blows, the strike is done,
Trump and Putin lay down the gun.
Agostinho smiles as the match restarts,
The ball’s in play, and so are our hearts.
(Crowd chants fade: “No more war, let’s score, let’s soar!”)