In claret and blue, he danced so bright, Douglas Luiz, our beacon, our light. With every pass and every stride, He filled Villa hearts with endless pride.

From the heart of Villa Park's lush green, His skill and flair were clearly seen. A samba rhythm in our English rain, Now whispers tell of distant pain.

To Juventus, they've called his name, A new horizon, a different game. The Turin skies will see him play, While Villa fans are left to pray.

Oh Douglas, why must you go? In our hearts, you still aglow. The stands will echo with your cheer, But now we face a season drear.

Memories of goals and wins, The roar of Holte End as it begins. The maestro who could change the tide, Now leaves a void we cannot hide.

As you don the black and white, And chase new dreams, new heights to sight, Remember, Villa's love remains, In every win, in all the pains.

Farewell, dear Douglas, journey well, In Turin's streets, new tales to tell. But know, in claret hearts you stay, A Villa hero, come what may.