Breathe
I don't wanna be myself
Yeah, baby, I just wanna run
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun, oh
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun
This tear of God
I shot the sun, baby
I don't wanna be myself
Well, baby, I just wanna run, oh
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
I shot the sun, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This tear of God, this tear of God
I shot the sun, baby, oh
This tear of God
A fact of life for all to see
That every heart's a part of me
A fact of life for all to see
That every heart's a part of me
Whoa, whoa yeah, yeah, whoa yeah
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
And I shot the sun
And I shot the sun
And I shot the sun, baby
And I shot the sun, oh yeah
Breathe you bastard, breathe
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego
Respirar
No quiero ser yo mismo
Sí, nena, sólo quiero correr
Tienes que respirar, bastardo, respira
Whoa sí, respira, bastardo, respira
Directo al sol, oh
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Le disparé al sol
Esta lágrima de Dios
Le disparé al sol, nena
No quiero ser yo mismo
Bueno, nena, sólo quiero correr, oh
Tienes que respirar, bastardo, respira
Whoa sí, respira, bastardo, respira
Directo al sol
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Le disparé al sol, oh, sí, sí, sí, sí
Esta lágrima de Dios, esta lágrima de Dios
Le disparé al sol, nena
Esta lágrima de Dios
Un hecho de la vida para que todos vean
Que cada corazón es parte de mí
Un hecho de la vida para que todos vean
Que cada corazón es parte de mí
Whoa, whoa si, yeah, whoa si
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Y le disparé al sol
Y le disparé al sol
Y le disparé al sol, nena
Y le disparé al sol, oh sí
Respira bastardo, respira
Cincuenta y cinco mil flores para el héroe
Disparado a sus pies para satisfacer su ego
Escrita por: Billy Duffy / Ian Astbury / Marti Frederiksen