Idioma Origen:
I wish I could be like the king who said to his people: my friends
This is now the end, if we lose the battle, we shall live forever
The people of the sun will remember this day
And give us immortality
Long after I've gone, long after the sun
I want to be like this king but I can't stand the pain, my friend
And I keep looking for all the faces I had before the world began
I've only known desire and my poor soul will burn into eternal fire
And I can't even cry - a sphinx can never cry
I am standing in the sun, I wish that I could be a silent sphinx eternally
I don't want any past, only want things which cannot last
And I can't even cry, though God knows how I try
A sphinx can never cry and sphinxes never die
I'm famous or am I infamous? It doesn't matter much any more
Phony words of love or painfully truth, I've heard it all before
Appraisal or critics and even politics, a conversation piece
A woman or a priest, it's all a point of view
I am standing in the sun, I wish that I could be a silent sphinx eternally
I don't want any past, only want things which cannot last
And I can't even cry, though God knows how I try
A sphinx can never cry and sphinxes never die
Idioma Destino:
I wish I could be like the king who said to his people: my friends
This is now the end, if we lose the battle, we shall live forever
The people of the sun will remember this day
And give us immortality
Long after I've gone, long after the sun
I want to be like this king but I can't stand the pain, my friend
And I keep looking for all the faces I had before the world began
I've only known desire and my poor soul will burn into eternal fire
And I can't even cry - a sphinx can never cry
I am standing in the sun, I wish that I could be a silent sphinx eternally
I don't want any past, only want things which cannot last
And I can't even cry, though God knows how I try
A sphinx can never cry and sphinxes never die
I'm famous or am I infamous? It doesn't matter much any more
Phony words of love or painfully truth, I've heard it all before
Appraisal or critics and even politics, a conversation piece
A woman or a priest, it's all a point of view
I am standing in the sun, I wish that I could be a silent sphinx eternally
I don't want any past, only want things which cannot last
And I can't even cry, though God knows how I try
A sphinx can never cry and sphinxes never die