Positivismo

The truth, my love, lives in a well
It's Pilate in the Bible who tells us
That he also died for having a neck
The author of the guillotine in Paris

The truth, my love, lives in a well
It's Pilate in the Bible who tells us
That he also died for having a neck
The unfortunate author of the guillotine in Paris

Go, proud one, my dear
But accept this lesson:
In the uncertain exchange of life
The pound is always the heart

Love comes as a principle, order as a basis
Progress should come in the end
You disregarded this law of Auguste Comte
And went to be happy far from me

Love comes as a principle, order as a basis
Progress should come in the end
You disregarded this law of Auguste Comte
And went to be happy far from me

Go, heart that doesn't vibrate
With your exorbitant interest
Turning yet another pound
Into a floating debt

Intrigue is born in a small café
That is taken to see who will pay
To no longer feel your poison
That's why I've already decided to poison myself