A reluctant messiah

There upon a time the was a man
A common man, like any other
He had played childish games
Grown up, became master in having fair

But there was something funny about him
He remembered to had live another life
In other distant worlds
And those beliefs made him up

And, since he believed in himself
He became the wisest one
The people, urgind miracles
Started to call him God

Oh! many ilusions
Oh! many ilusions
In the lights of the sunset
In the lights of the sunset,
How many secrets there are?

And while he was working,
On the job he had chosen,
A huge crowd used to form
Asking him about the lifes secret

And he answered simply
"the destiny is made by us
It's us who make our fate
If you have an able mind"

Seeing that people are confused,
(that's awful they followed him more and more)
He fled alone to the forest
In order to ask god what he should do

Oh! many ilusions
Oh! many ilusions
In the lights of the sunset
In the lights of the sunset,
How many secrets there are?

He heard nothing but his own voice saying
"let thy will be done, choose your own
Away to be trully happy"

And that voice was heard
Across the montains and valleys
Before the true messiah
Who never wanted to be workshiped

How many illusions!