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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
He was raised in a poor part of town called Rosenfarm
It's a place where people fight to survive
Everyone saw that little boy was a special one
He looked in your eyes
And gave you a smile
And fooled you all for a while
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
I wanna see you again and again
You my magic friend
I had a dream of playing together with you
Bad people say: all of your magic will fade away
Bullshit to me, a blind man could see
When you move on they are history
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
No one kicks the football like the one
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
When you wake up, he's on the run
Zlatan, I say Zlatan
His own style has made him rich
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
I say: Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
I say: Who's da man, Zlataaaaaaan!
Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
I say: Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
Who's da man, Zlatan, Zlatan
I say: Who's da man, Zlataaaaaaan!
