Intro:
"For the last 15 years, in doing their civic duty, 41 police officers have died. They left 30 widows and 26 orphans. The youngest police officer who died was 23 years old."
Translation:
He wasn't that different, he was like us,
he had a name and a life.
Neither a devil nor an angel was like us,
a little a bit better than worse.
He laughed with us, drank with us,
he lived with us and instead of us.
But in one cold night he went instead of us,
walked first in the darkness and remained there.
Chorus:
They said that he was a hero, that it was fate.
They said that he was a hero in that moment,
they said that he was a hero, alas he would have told me otherwise.
"Shut up, what hero? I am a cop, just a cop!"
He was one of us, never out loud,
he didn't speak about glory and honor.
But when needed, he went instead of us,
and I miss a cop so much today.
Chorus (x2):
They said that he was a hero, that it was fate.
They said that he was a hero in that moment,
they said that he was a hero, alas he would have told me otherwise.
"Shut up, what hero? I am a cop, just a cop!"
Just a cop, just a cop, just a cop.
Ending:
They were ordinary cops.
Their names will fade, but their honor will remain forever.