All right!
I dedicate this song to Daniel Balavoine

The punches in the soul
The cold of the blade that runs
Each day pushes me a little more towards the end
When I get on stage like taking the last train

Even on nights of drama
You have to find the flame that burns
Then touch the women who reach out their hands to me
Who shout that they love me and of whom I know nothing

That's why today I am tired
That's why today I want to scream
I am not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I am not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I am not a hero, a hero

I am not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I am not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I am not a hero, a hero
Oh, no, no, no!

But when the cries of women
Cling to my tears I know
Yes, that it's to help me carry all my sorrows
And I tell myself that they dream but it does them good

And with kicks in the soul
Yes, I found the plot needed
But to die famous you must take nothing
Except what others didn't want to keep

That's why today I am tired
That's why today I want to scream

I am not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I am not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I am not a hero, a hero

I am not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I am not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I am not a hero, a hero

I am not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I am not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I am not a hero, a hero

I am not (a hero)
(My missteps stick to my skin)
I am not (a hero)
(Don't believe what the newspapers say)
I am not (a hero, a hero, oh, oh)

I am not (a hero)
(My missteps stick to my skin)
I am not (a hero)
(Don't believe what the newspapers say)
I am not (a hero, a hero, oh, oh)

I am not
I am not
I am not

Oh, I am not a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
I am not a hero
Don't believe what the newspapers say
I am not a hero, a hero

I am not a hero

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