De Paso
Luis Eduardo Aute
In Passing
To say wait is a crime
To say tomorrow is the same as killing
Yesterday serves us nothing
Scars don't heal the pain
Only death remains
As the most unchanging reason
To live is a burning nail
An exercise of joy and pain
No, no
Thought cannot take a seat
Thought is to be
Always passing, passing, passing
Passing
Who sets the rules of the game
Deceives themselves if they claim to be players
What moves them is fear
That it will be known they never played
Science is a strategy
A way to tie down the truth
Which is more than just matter
For mystery hides behind
No, no
Thought cannot take a seat
Thought is to be
Always passing, passing, passing
Passing
There are too many prophets
Professionals of freedom
Who make the air their flag
A useless pretext to breathe
In an infinite night
That rocks this great coffin
Where we forget that the day
Is just a point, a point of light
No, no
Thought cannot take a seat
Thought is to be
Always passing, passing, passing
Passing
