O my beauty
I'm leaving
And I'm not taking you with me
There is a journey that
Everyone takes alone with themselves
Because it's not that comes close
Because a destiny does not have...
A brick wants to be a home
One morning become a church
And the madman in me
/>Who wonders what it is
Wants to become something...
And it will be an endless road
Under a sword or on a rope
Searching for the my Wild West
To find the Holy Grail
A wild ride across the border...
A light I will take
For you out there
When I walk
The ways of colours...
I will climb the rocks in the wind
On the trail of those who have lost or won
I will wander my odyssey
In the idea of u200bu200byou my goddess< br/>Cut off your braids and go to the convent...
A voice I will take
For you out there
When I walk
The ways of colours...
There was a knight
Black and white prisoner
Without a dream nor a mystery
Without faith nor heresy...
Without the wings of a steed
Without the waves of a sailing ship...
If fate wanted back what I spent
I would not be strong for your weight
To fly in a rodeo
To be worth in the tournament
Of death and being your husband...
A peace I will take
For you out there
When I walk
The ways of colors...
There was a knight
Black and white prisoner
Without a place nor a path
Without devil nor God...
Without a hawk's sky
Without a warrior's cry...
I leave you without losing you
And I lose you a little
Even if then
Leaving you is a little like losing myself...< br/>O my beautiful
O beautiful hello
I am away
With an immense thought of you
And a new sense of myself...
There was a yellow knight
Who stole a horse from the cliffs
And a crystal from the mines of a subway
On the chimneys he drew a coral castle
And the whole neighborhood went to the ball...
There was a red knight
Who climbed the hill of storms
Above the ditch of the city evenings 
Behind a waved sky of railings in the rough sea
Of a brazier of immensity...
There was a blue knight
Who captured the youth of springs
Who brought chimeras into slavery
He freed the cranes from the sheet metal of a construction site
Towards a field of prayers over there...
Where you too will arrive
Walking the streets of colours...

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