El Gran Desfile

At the end of the day
Everything gets recycled
falls and starts over

There are so many paths
With no sense at all
It's a game of chance

I don't have to know anymore
Where the sea ends

Questions without answers
Against the odds
There's not a single truth

In the big parade
Everything gets divided
And that makes me think

Mistakes, successes
Asleep or awake
Black and white is the same

I never wanted to be standing there
Anchored motionless unable to change
Being a Witness just occasionally

Watching whatever
Everything from the outside
Always in the same place

At the end of the day
Everything gets recycled
Falls and starts over

There are so many paths
With no sense at all
It's a game of chance

I don't have to know anymore
Where the sea ends

Questions without answers
Against the odds
There's not a single truth

I never wanted to be standing there
Anchored motionless unable to change
Being a Witness just occasionally

Watching whatever
Everything from the outside
Always in the same place

I don't worry anymore where the sea ends
At the end of the day everything starts over