De Arriba, De Abajo

From top, from bottom, from the other side
From inside, from outside, all around
It's white, it's black, left singing
With hatred, with sorrow, left crying
And so, keeps on walking
From top, from bottom, from the other side
From inside, from outside, all around
It's white, it's black, left crying
With hatred, with sorrow, left singing
And so, keeps on walking
He knows that nobody knows (from top)
What he needs to know (from bottom)
They're just a shadow (from the other side)
Of what they wanted to be
And they see it as something strange (from inside)
That they can't understand (from outside)
With their numbers and letters (all around)
With their codes from yesterday
And so, keeps on walking
From top, from bottom, from the other side
He knows that nobody knows (from top)
What he needs to know (from bottom)
They're just a shadow (from the other side)
Of what they wanted to be
And they see it as something strange (from inside)
That they can't understand (from outside)