I to a woman
I gave and took evil and good
And a love
Putting wings and chains on the heart
Rivers of tears
And an open sea in the veins
I didn't give much to a woman
I don't know, maybe not
I gave a son a bit
I gave a bit of a house and a name
And a smile
Lending your face and a surname
The good and the bad
Without explaining what and how
I haven't given everything to a son
I don't know
And in front of you
It's just me
And you wonder who it is
It's really me
With this face
That is always there aside
With these arms
That are here open for you
I ask for forgiveness
If I don't know who I am
That I've been playing for a long time already
The man of history next to me is I
And I to myself
I gave heaven and hell
And a mirror
A little older with each winter
A whole life at stake
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I have given myself much and little
I don't know
And if all of us
We are many I
With a before and a then
I too am history
With this face
That is always there aside
With these arms
That are here open for you
I ask forgiveness
If I don't know who I am
But I've been playing for a long time already
The man in the next story is me
The man in the next story is me
I to all the others
I gave a bit of myself
As a true friend
Or a stranger among the people
I among the others
To ask how much is it
False or sincere
Is it so little or nothing
All of us
I am like the others
Different and equal to me
We are many I's
Each one a heart
And the wall of a room
With a before and an after
Me and all the others
To live because
We are stories too
Giving ourselves more love
is the only hope
With this face
That is always there aside
With these arms
That are here open for you
With this face
I am the man of the story next to me
With these arms
The man of the story next to me is me

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