There is no better lie or disguise
That can mock time
Than hiding behind a smile
There was never a more daring trap
Than in its great irony
It hides the thruth from its aim
Because the deception of laughter is its accomplice
Petty is its pleasure.
Because its better to look at the devil's face
If you have to sell your soul
Don't confuse laughter with joy
Ignorance with bravery
Seriousness with a bad mood.
That friendship is not charity
And it doesn't give anything to give
They're false, the fool and the thief
Because the astuteness of the disguise is the shamelessness
Miserable is its pleasure.
Because its better to look at the devil's face
If you have to sell your soul
If you have to sell your soul
Because the deception of laughter is its accomplice
Petty is its pleasure.
Because its better to look at the devil's face
If you have to sell your soul.
The one who proclaims the truth lies
And with a big fuss the young man makes his flag out of it
In the end he can't fool anybody
So, nourish the lie
Find the actor and the disguise
Because you catch the liar earlier
Than the lame without running
Because its better to look at the devil's face
If you have to sell your soul
If you have to sell your soul