كلمات الولد سيفو

Seif had a ball at his feet every day
Kicking dreams into the sky
Come what may
The crowd in his head
A roaring cheer
But life pulled him down
The goal unclear

He saw the red card
Plans fall apart
But he played a new game with a lion’s heart
Books became his field
His pen the play
Running through pages
Finding his way

From the pitch to the desk
He rose so high
Chased the stars
No need to ask why
Cairo University called his name
Seif lit it up
A new kind of flame

High school echoed with his mighty win
First in the class
The world caved in
He swapped his jersey for a coat of knowledge
Fueling dreams
Building a solid college

Faculty of Economics and Political dreams
He mastered numbers
Designed new schemes
The ball might’ve left but not the fire
For excellence now was his new desire

From the pitch to the desk
He rose so high
Chased the stars
No need to ask why
Cairo University called his name
Seif lit it up
A new kind of flame

Faculty of Economics and Political dreams
He mastered numbers
Designed new schemes
The ball might’ve left but not the fire
For excellence now was his new desire

From the pitch to the desk
He rose so high
Chased the stars
No need to ask why
Cairo University called his name
Seif lit it up
A new kind of flame