Laberinto

Reality has a thousand paths,
but a labyrinth sometimes has no end.

It has no end.
It has no end.
It has no end.

You keep going to the same place as yesterday,
forever on the same road you take
so you don’t get distracted.

You grab the same glass, the same coffee,
you argue about the same news as yesterday,
the same conclusion from the same reason.
They’ve got you locked up and you can’t move on
with life, with life nailed to a bench.
You hear applause and the stage is waiting for you,
it’s time to step out.

Reality has a thousand paths,
but a labyrinth sometimes has no end.

It has no end.
It has no end.
It has no end.

I sing the same verse, the same tone of voice,
the same melody plagiarizes itself,
it’s the same song.

And I keep moving forward as I feel it
and I almost always lose like I’m used to,
I fall and find myself standing tall.
My soul’s on fire and I can say
that my song, that my song is a lament and a cry.
It’s a laugh and a trick
to survive.

Reality has a thousand paths,
but a labyrinth sometimes has no end.

It has no end.
It has no end.
It has no end.

Plagues keep falling one after another on Earth,
the same war darkens the sky,
there’s no salvation left.

You feel it. You cry just like I do for the lost hours
and you see how the night turns into day,
in another day without understanding where you’re going
or where you came from.

If I’m not going to die
without knowing, without knowing why I was sent here.

Suffering always reaches somewhere,
it reached Jerusalem.

You have to decide. Wake up,
put three things in your bag and get out,
explore the infinite with no time to return.

Freedom has only one path,
marked by the rhythm
of your heart’s intense beat.

Freedom has only one path,
marked by the rhythm
of your heart’s intense beat.

One path, one path,
one path, one path,
one path, one path.