¿Qué Historia Es?

I think life is
a lot of truth,
that things are not easy,
in this society.
Everything has a limit
that cuts all our freedom,
who will set us free?

If everything is so illogical,
you bite and it slips away,
in this stage scene
calling humanity.
What brings back our spirits,
missing illusions and mercy
and who will save us?

Dreams blinded by reality,
that remain inside without coming out,
in this infinite goal
where no one could go,
and never will.

What story is this, what story is this?
I shout in anger and ask why,
the pain that is seen never ends.
What story is this?
But I don't know the answer.

Everything is a mystery,
There is no dignity left,
evil is a logical thing
due to its normality.
It's like the promises that
no one will keep tomorrow,
but who will be saved?

Night trains in the darkness
but tell me where you're going later.
Silver moons that someone burned,
by putting them in the sun,
I say no.

What story is this, what story is this?
I shout in anger and ask why,
this hatred never ends.
I will make sure
that with my voice you might listen to me
in the farthest reaches,
where pain never exists,
where pain never exists.

What story is this, what story is this?
someone will be able to answer
In the farthest reaches,
where pain never exists.