Idril

Don’t cry, Balla
When the tears roll in your eyes
We already couldn’t help but burst into tears
For today is not our day
Don’t cry, Balla
We know we don’t have the best ending we want of the game
But it’s not the end of every game
The road is still long and has no end
Every step is a new start
We let tears run down our checks
For the time the Goddess doesn’t smile to us
But we know you all do your best
We give thunderous applauses to you, our hero of the match
Don’t cry, Balla
The road is long and has no end
Today we cry for you,
But whenever you step into the field
We will always be the twelfth player on the field
And next time the white war suits appear
We know this army with great will and dignity is next to none
So, don’t cry, Balla
We know you can go farther and farther
And finally reach your goals

Ballack
Balthasar
God guard his life
God lead him to his road, and to all the things he ever lost