It seem that I'm not
A prince from your fairy tale
Not even a heed
But this isn't Romeo and Juliet's time
You know that
I don't have a dragon, I don't have a white horse
I don't have a sword
And behind seven mountains and seven seas
I have absolutely nothing
Tram is setting off
You're dreaming about a hairy male
Crazy passion, blood and sweat
History for two, Richard the Lionheart only yours
Today at four, six and eight
Your hero dies and with his last breath
He whispers your name
Tram is setting off
Tell me
Tell me, tell me, you smart-ass
Tell me, tell me, you greenhorn
How to be a hero in this scabby time