Tantas Preguntas - Kinto Sol

son son son tantas preguntas

que no tienen explicacion

son son son tantas cosas (rep 2)

miles son las cosas que puedo preguntarme

estoy muy seguro que nadie save contestarme

es tan grande el universo y no lo podemos ver

el final es tan cercano y no lo queremos creer

que es lo que sucede cuando uno se muere

que ruta escojeremos que es lo que usted prefiere

avaricia por el dinero directo hacia el matadero

es lo que hace rodar girar al mundo entero

un niño nace llorando un viejo esta agonizando

el mar se esta evaporando, la tierra se esta calentando

hombre con hombre matando, pises se estan armando

gobiernos y dictadores se sigen aprovechando

son contadas las familias que viven en la riqueza

mientras que las demas viven en la pobreza

eso no te intereza pa que un dolor de cabeza

todo sale sobrando donde quedo la verguenza.

son son son tantas preguntas

que no tienen explicacion

son son son tantas cosas (rep 2)

lo insinua la biblia lo indica el calendario (maya)

el 2012 sera el aniversario

cada año se abraza otro peldaño (ya bamos llegando)

sigue la ignorancia causando mucho daño

victimas de engaño, cubre la cara un paño

la justicia se defiende solo con cañon

carbon lumbre y ardor no hay peor temor

leyes del cielo o reglas de control

son tantas preguntas muy pocas las respuestas

del viaje eterno donde sobran las maletas

o estamos solos en el universo

o solo somos uno en este espacio inmenso

por que la cruz, por que jesus

por que al morir se vio la luz

por que la flor, por que el temor

si la muerte en si tiene valor

son son son son tantas cosas buenas malas venenosas

son son son son tantas cosas buenas malas venenosas

son son son tantas preguntas

que no tienen explicacion

son son son tantas cosas (rep 2)

son tantas preguntas sin respuestas

respuestas que emos buscados por miles de año

sin saver que las respuestas las tiene uno mismo

es cuestion de buscarlas estando conectados con uno mismo

con la tierra con el alma kinto sol

seguimos en el camino rumbo a la tumba del alma

are are are so many questions

that have no explanation

they are they are so many things (rep 2)

Thousands are the things that I can ask myself

I'm pretty sure no one can answer me

the universe is so big and we cannot see it

the end is so close and we don't want to believe it

what happens when you die

Which route will we choose? What do you prefer?

greed for money straight to the slaughterhouse

It's what makes the whole world go round

a child is born crying an old man is dying

the sea is evaporating, the land is heating up

man with man killing, pisses are arming

governments and dictators continue to take advantage

Few families live in wealth

while the others live in poverty

that does not interest you so that a headache

everything comes out left over where the shame left.

are are are so many questions

that have no explanation

they are they are so many things (rep 2)

the bible insinuates it the calendar (mayan) indicates it

2012 will be the anniversary

every year another rung is embraced (we were already arriving)

follows ignorance causing a lot of damage

victims of deception, cover the face with a cloth

justice is defended only with cannon

charcoal fire and burning there is no worse fear

laws of heaven or rules of control

There are so many questions, very few answers.

of the eternal journey where there are too many suitcases

or are we alone in the universe

or are we just one in this immense space

why the cross, why jesus

because when he died the light was seen

why the flower, why the fear

if death itself has value

are are are are so many good bad poisonous things

are are are are so many good bad poisonous things

are are are so many questions

that have no explanation

they are they are so many things (rep 2)

there are so many unanswered questions

Answers we've been searching for thousands of years

without knowing that the answers are one's own

it is a matter of looking for them while being connected with oneself

with the earth with the soul fifth sun

we continue on the road towards the tomb of the soul