Detrás Del Árbol de La Razón

There's a thing
There's a thing I'm waiting for
The thing is
The thing is I don't know what it will be

It's waiting
It's waiting for something to happen
It's waiting
For a reason to sing to fall from the sky

Every now and then
Every now and then that happens these days
I no longer know
I no longer know where the truth walks

Among fanatics
Among fanatics of some nonsense
And others who sleep
And others who sleep waiting for the grand finale

What to believe
What do we believe in, what do we dream of
Is the question
Is the question that appears in the walk

While the hours
While the hours are running there's a life
I can see
I can see I'm where I need to be

Behind the tree of reason
There's a chest of feelings
Where the heart hides
From the gaze of thought

There's a thing
There's a thing I want to tell you
And it's that I don't know
And it's that I don't know where to start

Is it the fault
Is it the fault of being oneself?
In this world
In this world of cynicism and anxiety

What to believe
What do we believe in, what do we dream of
Is the question
Is the question that appears in the walk

While the hours
While the hours are running there's a life
I can see
I can see I'm where I need to be

Behind the tree of reason
There's a chest of feelings
Where the heart hides
From the gaze of thought