I don't believe in Christmas or in peaceful nights,
Truths are not absolute and there are lies and truth...
Today you sleep in my arms and that is a truth,
Today I don't understand How everything happened but it fits me anyway,
A wise man invented the holidays,
The ceremonies were invented by those who didn't know what to do,
Your body is the perfect place,
To that I know what I want to do,
Like nights of magic, like nights of salt,
The truths are as unreal as reality,
That treasure with an owner today is my downfall,
Under the same moon I fall asleep,
And I wake up to the same sun.
The wise made the night,
Those who wanted to know made the day,
The bed It is the perfect place,
For you to explain to me what happened yesterday,
Because yesterday I saw everything.
Everything I could see,
The beer, your eyes, your prayers ,
The madness in your skin,
Why make a bunch of sensations
Today I don't want to investigate hearts,
And make a judgment by retroviction,
If you are paradise ,
I don't believe in miracles,
But what am I going to do?