I’m walking on the streets

Of this immense city

I’m looking at posters and outdoors

That tell me how I should think and wear

How I should walk and act

​

Without even knowing where I should go

Without even knowing what is true

​

False prophets profane truthful religions

Some people lose themselves on their actions

They always try to tell me how I should think and speak

​

Without even knowing where I want to arrive

Without even knowing all the truth

​

If the truth is in the high          

Why do we live here?

If the truth is in the high

Why do we live here?

​

I’m walking…false prophets

I’m looking at…some people

That tell me, that tell me how I should think

Without even knowing where I want to go, where I want to arrive?