De Paso
León Gieco
In Passing
Saying wait is a crime
Saying tomorrow is the same as killing
Yesterday serves us nothing
Scars don't help us walk
Only death remains
As the most unchanging reason
Living is an accident
An exercise of joy and pain
Who sets the rules of the game
Deceives themselves if they say they're a player
What moves them is fear
That it will be known they never played
Science is a strategy
It's a way to tie down the truth
Which is more than just matter
Because mystery hides behind
No, no, thinking
Can't take a seat
Thinking is to be
Always passing, passing, passing
Passing
There are too many prophets
Professionals of freedom
Who make the air a flag
A useless pretext to breathe
In an infinite night
That rocks this great coffin
Where we forget that the day
Is just a point, a point of light
No, no, thinking
Can't take a seat
Thinking is to be
Always passing, passing, passing
Passing
