The doubt emerges of the question The question becomes distress The distress is my common place My place i don't know yet My answers get me convinced The truth is not a point of view And i invent my own verities To live despite my death Who has the courage to break the truth? The reason is not the only way The way is not so straight The myths and fables and dreams Relieve me in all my days And i bet in the mystery To convert weakness to impulse To hide the decay of lying And doubt of all the truths Who has the courage to break the truth? The reason is not the only way The way is not so straight The myths and fables and dreams Relieve me in all my days And i bet in the mystery To convert weakness to impulse To hide the decay of lying And doubt of all the truths When you have no answers You must try another question