How strange it is to meet you again
Thinking about it, it seems like an hour hasn't passed
It must be your gaze that splits me in half
Like those commercial jingles
Who knows if the flower I gave you
It's inside a book or back in a meadow
Out of fear I don't ask you, 'What are you doing?'
If you're happy, if you've changed cities
No, we won't be two heroes
And I come home at the usual time
But I can't say a single word
You were the road to the city center
That on Sunday it will be crowded again
No, we won't be two heroes
No, we weren't two heroes
No, we won't be two heroes