I didn't always sing songs
We were divided around my name
Sometimes the anger slipped through my fingers
br/>But what I did, it was good I think
I challenged the men who rigged their games
I crossed © death written in their eyes
I knew fear, I mastered it
And the slightest error I knew how to exploit it
On every street corner there is a war
I like to know who I am facing
Coping
Only eagles see the sun in the face
I have always known how to cope
Coping to make a place for myself
I have defiled the beds of the most beautiful women
My hands in the night corrupted their Soul
Whether I was whistled at, betrayed or loved
The important thing for me was to exist
Grief, hatred, fear
Or even pity
Are old words
That must be buried
Coping
Only the eagles see the sun in the face
To cope
I have always known how to cope
To cope to make a place for myself
Oh, to cope
To do, to do, do, face
Only eagles see the sun in the face
Yes face
Only eagles see the sun in the face

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