nunca seré un caballero
de armadura plateada
con espada en mano
dispuesto a todo
no cuentes conmigo
para ser la primera que derribe
muros y pelee cueste lo que cueste
no me rendiré, no escapare
eso te lo juro
pero jamas veras cicatrices ni heridas
no camino sobre vidrio roto
no soy de acero
no camino sobre fuego
no soy una princesa
no soy un santo
no soy el sueño dorado de nadie
pero siempre estaré
y seré alguien en quien confiar
que gran comedia
que llego a ser esta vida
estas golpeando, pero ya estas en el suelo
y yo soy la que busca refugio
lo mio es pelear con las palabras
mi puño se queda en mi bolsillo
me miras como si estuviera loca
como si esto fuera una perdida de tiempo
como si ya no tuviera caso
no soy una princesa
no soy un santo
y si eso crees que necesitas
estas equivocado, no necesitas demasiado
necesitas alguien en quien confiar
puede que sea una de las ultimas
estoy acostumbrada
ya estuve sola
esto es otra montaña
que me toca cruzar
quiero ser parte de esto
la peor parte de ti, la mejor parte de mi
seré tu princesa
seré tu santo
derribare grandes muros en tu nombre
lo haré, lo juro
seré alguien en quien confiar
y por el tiempo
que queda y pueda
seré lo que necesitas
seré alguien en quien confiar
I will never be a gentleman
Of silver armor
With sword in hand
Arranged to everything
Do not possess me
To be the first one that it knocks down
Walls and fight cost what costs
I will not give up myself, I will not escape
Of silver armor
With sword in hand
Arranged to everything
Do not possess me
To be the first one that it knocks down
Walls and fight cost what costs
I will not give up myself, I will not escape
It I you swear it
But you eat sides neither scars nor wounds
I don´t walk on torn glass
I am not he begins of steel
I don´t walk on fire
I am not a princess
I am not a saint
I am not the golden dream of anybody
But always I will be
And I will be someone in whom trusting
That great comedy
That I manage to be this life
Striking these, but already these in the floor
And I am the one that looks for refuge
I fight with my words
My fist remains in my pocket
You look at me as if it was mad
As if this was a loss of time
As if already it did not have case
I am not a saint
I am not the golden dream of anybody
But always I will be
And I will be someone in whom trusting
That great comedy
That I manage to be this life
Striking these, but already these in the floor
And I am the one that looks for refuge
I fight with my words
My fist remains in my pocket
You look at me as if it was mad
As if this was a loss of time
As if already it did not have case
I am not a saint
And if you believe it that you need
These mistaken, you do not need too much
You need someone in whom trusting
It is possible that I am one of the last ones
I am accustomed
Already I was alone
This is another mountain
That I have to cross
I want to be a part of this
The worst part of you, the best part of my
I will be your princess
I will be your saint
It will knock down big walls in your name
I will do it, I swear
I will be someone in whom trusting
And in the time
That stays and it could
I will be what you need
I will be someone in whom trusting
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