He runs He runs He runs towards his fate Without ever looking behind Is he looking or is he fleeing? Is he safe or uncertain? Is he trying to catch up or escape his destiny? What its future looks like Obvious or mysterious? He makes an empire for himself He is made of shadows or lights? His time is limited His choices must be up to the task Is it a race against time Or a race against fear? He always runs Aims at the light straight ahead Even though this quest is foolish He runs to feel alive He runs to feel alive He runs through the centuries But it's still the same story He runs to feel alive Is he afraid that the road will end But this race is foolish Hurry up! The shadows run behind! In the vaults of unfathomable sadness Where fate has already been relegated Where never enters a cheerful ray Where alone with the night, gloomy hostess Where to cook with funeral appetites Where to boil and eat the heart Where is the beginning of perdition Where there are only useless dreamers Where problems are intractable and sterile Where heat will never warm bodies Where weariness brings rest Where souls are empty Where love doesn't exist Shadow or light From the beginning we hope Find in a smile All the laws of the universe Guided by the sun Guided by the moon