Palestra Itália, born with a dream
Back in 1914, they set the scene (woo!)
Immigrants grindin', stayin' in the game (uh-huh!)
Green blood runnin', wearin' the name
Palestra knows that legends never die (facts!)
Ain't no need to ask why
In 1942, palmeiras rose as champions (woo!)
A dynasty built with fire and will (what?)
Sweat on the grass, hearts made of steel (ooh!)
Stackin' up titles, livin' the dream
Voices erupt, the whole Allianz Parque shakes (turn up!)
They chant like the whole damn earth might break

Yeah, woah, woah
We're too cold for the flow
Too cold for the blow
Too cold for the world
Too cold for the show

Too cold for the chicks
Too cold for the bitches
Yeah, yeah

Too cold for the fame
Too cold for the blame
Too cold for the game
Sep forever

Palmeiras' legacy, nobody can cover our pride (woo!)
Strong on the field, they pass, they glide
Legends in frames, never left behind (whoo!)
Warriors in the mist, through the wind they ride (skrrt!)
Breakin' through clouds and concrete walls (boom!)
Titles in our hands, watchin' rivals fall
Fear tried to break us, but we stayed right here (ayy!)
Mancha verde's flag flyin', always in the fight (what?)
We blitz with the ball and hit 'em with a shot

Yeah, woah, woah
We're too cold for the flow
Too cold for the blow
Too cold for the world
Too cold for the show

Too cold for the chicks
Too cold for the bitches
Yeah, yeah

Too cold for the fame
Too cold for the blame
Too cold for the game
Sep forever

From Italy to Brazil, they brought the heat
Samba in our veins, can't stop the beat (boom!)
That jersey bleeds, it's stitched into the soul (woo!)
Factory-born chants, crowd outta control (turn up!)
The enemies are still stuck in the past
Livin' off stories that couldn't last (woo!)

Yeah, woah, woah
We're too cold for the flow
Too cold for the blow
Too cold for the world
Too cold for the show

Too cold for the chicks
Too cold for the bitches
Yeah, yeah

Too cold for the fame
Too cold for the blame
Too cold for the game
Sep forever