The Most Part Of The Men

Hard Biante hammered the chisel
Hard beating the rock
Of the Seven he was the wisest one
He fixed his loneliness in the stone.

I was walking the ruins of Greece,
Some centuries gone,
Young and strong, can this be a fault?
I read the word, they got my heart.

The most part of the men are bad
So he wrote that day

Lonely I crossed life,
Stealing love from women,
careful not to trust a man
Every thing I said,
nothing but a lie.
Always those words
Bouncing in my mind:
"Most of the men are bad"

CHORUS

So he wrote that day

But youth goes away
little remains of
The pride of man.
Sink in deep water,
One offered a hand.
There was no time to think
I grabbed it and prayed.
It was very simple,
Nothing really to say.

CHORUS

Wise is the man who doesn't trust
But clever the one who's got a friend.