Punches in the soul
The cold of the running blade
Every day pushes me a little more towards the end
When I go on stage
As we take the last train
Even on dramatic evenings
And you have to find the right flame
To touch the women who hold out their hands to me
Who shout to me that they love me
And about which I know nothing
That's why today I'm tired
C That's why today I would like to shout
I'm not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I don't I'm not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I'm not a hero, a hero
And when the cries of women
Cling to my tears, I know
That it is to help me carry all my sorrows
I tell myself that they are dreaming
But it does them good
Punches in the soul
I found the right flame
To die famous you must take nothing
Only what others did not want to keep
That is why today I I'm tired
That's why today I would like to shout
I'm not a hero
My missteps stick with me   skin
I'm not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I'm not a hero, a hero ros
I'm not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I'm not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I am not a hero, a hero

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