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
