At first rolling happened the truth
on the dust that keeps the road
and to the arms of a quiet man fell
without anyone changing destiny.
That man who had the truth that time
he remained forever silent
and lost in the shadow that covers this face
it is still the most searched.
They want to sell me the night by light
the calm by the storm
and I want to know where the hell he is
where the hell is the truth
they want to sell me the stone by flower
the fog for clarity
I just want to know where the hell he is
where the hell is the truth
Some say it was a fatal sneeze
who threw the truth to the north
and who have seen her walking in the central park
with its mini skin and a neckline.
The truth is that one day the truth got tired
to seek its truth without finding it
however at the beginning rolling happened
without anyone being able to save her.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)