From hand to hand the truth is passed
And in each hand something will surely be forgotten
And, also, it will take on the appearance of each hand
If we turned the calendar back, all would be reversed
Some say that it's false and others repeat that it's true
That he entered Jerusalem during the day
They say that his tunic was white;
That in his eyes you could see the midday bird
That was a time of tombs, that was a fire of flutes
Of merchants, of roman legion
They say that the rabble followed him;
That in his simple word the morning was washed
The king of the Jews, the son of men
The Christ, the Nazarene, the called him
Jerusalem, year zero, and fate was changed with what happened
Jerusalem, year zero, and Nazareth and the town of Bethlehem
(Jerusalem, year zero, was the place where it occurred or didn't.)
He was enemy of the empire and friend of the word
He said that everything was for everybody
They say that he taught the shepherds
To share the sheep, and to watch out for the wolves
So much teaching made noise in the power of the temples
And they nailed him hard to the wood
They say that for magician or sorcerer;
But if history is correct, it was to silence him
The king of the Jews, the son of men
The Christ, the Nazarene, they called him