The agony of living between right and wrong
The paradox between the earthly and the spiritual life
Live in the real yearning ideal
There is a huge beam before our eyes
We are beautiful on the outside, before our eyes
But rotten inside, but rotten inside
The sins of my brothers kill me
I live between our hypocrisy
And the arrogance of those who do not believe
Heroes are lying
But the lord is real
The only saint cries upon seeing all this
The sins of my flesh consume myself
Heroes are lying
But the lord is real
The only saint cries upon seeing all this