Фанаты - Гимн Вестхема | Текст песни

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I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air

They fly so high,

Nearly reach the sky,

Then like my dreams they fade and die

Fortune’s always hiding,

I’ve looked everywhere

I’m forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air

United! United!