Сегодня на испанском у меня родился вот такой примитивчик.

Sometimes I'm switting somewhere, where I don't want to

I'm doing there, what my perents want me to

And all I wanna do

Is to think about the truth

Chorus:

The thuth

What is it?

Does it exist?

Who knows it?

When I get tired of breaking my head

And when from all the problems I become sad

All I wanna hide

Is awful thoughts about a lie

Chorus:

A lie

What is it?

Only it exists?

Who knows it?

Дальше было продолжение, но там вообще рифмы не наблюдается.