Lyrics

[Verse]
Villum on the field, kickin' goals, no sweat,
Got that soccer skill, net-makin' threat.
In Denmark streets, where the dreams start free,
A baller and a golfer, got that hole-in-three.

[Verse 2]
Takin' shots, swingin' clubs, greens so pristine,
Soccer on Monday, Tuesday links so clean.
Eyes on the stars, cockpit in his sight,
Future aviator, soar through the night.

[Chorus]
Ball at his feet, clubs in his hand,
Villum the dreamer, across the sand.
Denmark skies, where he aims to fly,
Pilot ambitions, high, high in the sky.

[Verse 3]
Life’s a game of balance, footies and tees,
Wind under wings, feel that gentle breeze.
Danish roots strong, grounded in pride,
Villum’s on a mission, unstoppable ride.

[Bridge]
Cut through the clouds, miles at his feet,
From turf to tarmac, spirit can't be beat.
Wings on his jersey, wings in his soul,
Pilot with a purpose, reaching every goal.

[Chorus]
Ball at his feet, clubs in his hand,
Villum the dreamer, across the sand.
Denmark skies, where he aims to fly,
Pilot ambitions, high, high in the sky.