Old Trafford in the wind

Flags in the wind, we shall win.
Shoutings in a cloudless night, we shall win tonight.
We'll conquer Old Trafford and we'll fly to Moscou,
nobody can stop my love, Barça, for you.
You'll never lose, you'll never walk alone,
we can win once and ever more.
Cries of gaiety in this starry night,
Cries of encouragement for our players all the time,
We are wearing blue, we are wearing wine,
we know the language of the stars.
We shall win and never stop shouting,
we're proud of our past, and present and more.
we'll remember Manchester...forever,
and the field of the victory, Old Trafford.