La Verdad
Nito Mestre
The Truth
At first, rolling passed the truth
Over the dust that guards the road
And into the arms of a silent man it fell
Without anyone changing the destiny
That man who once had the truth
Remained forever silent
And lost in the shadow that covers this face
He continues to be the one most sought after
They want to sell me the night as light
The calm as the storm
And I want to know where the hell is
Where the hell is the truth
They want to sell me the stone as a flower
The fog as the clarity
I just want to know where the hell is
Where the hell is the truth
Some say it was a fatal sneeze
That sent the truth north
And that they have seen her strolling in Central Park
With her leather mini and a low-cut top
The truth is that one day the truth got tired
Of searching for her truth without finding it
However, at first, she rolled by
Without anyone being able to save her
They want to sell me the night as light
The calm as the storm
And I want to know where the hell is
Where the hell is the truth
They want to sell me the stone as a flower
The fog as the clarity
I just want to know where the hell is
Where the hell is the truth
