Que Deus [English translation]

There are questions that must be asked . . .

Whoever you may may be, wherever you may be,

Tell me if this is the world that you desire,

Men pray, believe, die for you,

They say that you are everywhere but I don't know if I've yet seen you,

I see so much suffering in the world I ask myself if you exist,

Where is your joy in this world of sad people?

If you teach the good why is it that we are bad by nature?

If you can do everything why don't I see food on my table?

Forgive my doubts, I must ask,

If I am your son and you love me why is it that you make me cry?

No one has the truth what we know are hunches

If blood is spilled in your name is it because you permit it?

If you gave me eyes why is it that I see nothing?

If I am made in your image why is it that I sleep on the pavement?

Could it be that asking for peace between peoples is to ask for too much?

Why is it that I am discriminated against if we are all equal?

Why?!

Why is it that Men behave themselves so irrationally?

Why is it that wars, sicknesses kill more every time?

Why is it that Peace does not pass from being an illusion?

How can Man love with weapons in hand? Why?

I ask for forgiveness for these questions that must be asked

And if I choose my path, will it be that you will accept me?

Who are you? Where are you? What do you do? I don't know . . .

I believe in Peace and in Love . . .

Please don't let evil enter my heart,

I call your name for me in hours of affliction,

But you have so many names, you are King of so many thrones,

And if Man is born free then why is it that some are masters?

Who invented hatred, who was it who invented war?

Sometimes I find myself thinking that hell is a place here on Earth,

Don't let children suffer because of adults,

The sins are the same that change the cults,

They say that you taught Man to do well,

But in the book that you wrote each one read what was a convenience to them,

I pass nights in white almost sleeping to think,

So many questions, so many things to explain,

I interrogate myself, I think about the destiny that you gave me,

And everything that happens is because you wished it that way,

Why is it that you set me to fight and take away who I love?

Could this be the very justice that I always proclaim?

Could it be that we only perceive when it reaches our heights?

If chance from that side is the most pure happiness,

But if it does nothing, I have nothing to fear,

Death does not scare me what scares me is the way of death . . .

Why is it that Men behave themselves so irrationally?

Why is it that wars, sicknesses kill more every time?

Why is it that Peace does not pass from being an illusion?

How can Man love with weapons in hand? Why?

I ask for forgiveness for these questions that must be asked

And if I choose my path, will it be that you will accept me?

Who are you? Where are you? What do you do? I don't know . . .

I believe in Peace and in Love . . .

The more I try to learn, the more I know that I know nothing,

The more I call your name the less I understand what I called you!

For the more answers I may have the doubt is greater,

I want to learn with my defects, to wake up a better man,

I respect my neighbor so that he may respect me,

I think about the origin of everything and I think about how the end will be,

Death is the end or is it a new dawn?

If it is to start again then I already can die . . .

(Far off it stills blazes, the barge of fantasy,

My dream ends late,

To wake up is what I didn't want . . .)