And the truth is
that there isn't only one truth
and justice flies from my hands
i stand
on the border of Bat Yam alone
and the truth deceives me
a cover of tears wants to return
to the house where i started from some time ago
like a good child to the arms of his mother
to the truth into which I dove.
And the truth is
that there isn't one or two truths
a bird escaped from my hands
and the lie is temporary
and the truth is
that you are our G-d
and you are our savior
and our last love.
And the truth is
that you are the only one
and you are the beauty and the sadness
so who controls
the time is a writer of puzzles
and the truth again explodes
And the truth is
that there isn't one or two truths
a bird escaped from my hands
and the lie is temporary
and the truth is
that you are our G-d
and you are our savior
and our last love.
And the truth is
that there isn't only one truth
so i search for you in the rain
time slips away inside a culture of anger
and the truth is already unclear
and the truth is
that there isn't one or two truths
a bird escaped from my hands
and the lie is ephemeral
and the truth is
that you are our G-d
and you are our savior
and our last love.