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All songs are the same
And it seems like they always talk about the same thing
But there is still an abyss between the songs and reality
What is it?
There are those that give the feeling
Of being able to stop time for a moment
And they fill the spirit of strange people
A absent heart cannot be deceived
There are also, and it seems like a joke, a repertoire in another language
Songs that we don't read and just throw away
Long ago we learned and got used
to listening to words that we never understand
So much that we don't know if we even understand the ones in this language
Outside, as a joke, there are songs heroic enough
to stop the clocks with someone's thoughts
So now I know what writing songs is for
all the time,
it's to keep searching,
to keep finding questions with no answers
If there is this question, I never want to know it
I prefer to keep not knowing, without realizing
without realizing.