El Final Es En Donde Partí

Let me see what there is to savor this return
The menu is not always within your reach in the mornings
Crazy to think that power and glory are disputed
And with the cold of a kingdom, souls freeze
How much truth, how much lie, and how many words
And all that engine to devastate your unconscious

And where will there be comfort for my madness?
This irony, how is it cured?
If the end is where I started

And who to call?
Who to knock on the door so late?
Who to talk to when there's no one?
If tonight I can't sleep

Let me see what there is to savor this return
The truth, the lie, and the smirk of your naivety
How many words vie for power and glory
And how many lives are lost in the cold of a mortal kingdom
Crazy to think, wanting to make sense and the heart
Has reasons that reason itself will never understand

And where do I go, I always go to seek what is mine
Even if the planet ends in a circle
And the end is where I started

Don't cry anymore, give me your hand, tell me your luck
This way, perhaps, it won't be death
That manages to extinguish our pain

And where will there be comfort for my madness?
This irony, how is it cured?
If the end is where I started

Don't cry anymore, give me your hand, tell me your luck
This way, perhaps, it won't be death
That manages to extinguish our pain