A Verdadeira Maionese

I know it might be that
Falling doesn’t happen,
It doesn’t hurt,
Suffering doesn’t sting,
But even if it’s like that, I want it just the same
But way more

I’ll get lost in the maze of illusion,
And I won’t come out empty-handed,
Without finding what I’ve never known:
The real mayonnaise,
The real mayonnaise,
The real mayonnaise...

Someone might say that
There’s no reason,
But also no,
No reason not to,
So let it be like this, let it be here,
Let it be now

There will always be a question to answer,
A bit of invention in reality,
And in the meantime, I keep searching
The real mayonnaise,
The real mayonnaise,
The real mayonnaise...