Oh, my beauty
I'm going away
And I'm not taking you with me
It's a journey that
Everyone makes only with themselves
Because it's not like you go somewhere close by
Because you don't have a destiny
A brick wants to be a house
A morning wants to become a church
And the fool inside me
Who asks himself what it is
Wants to become something
And it'll be a road without an end
Under a sword or on a rope
To look for my Far West
To find the Holy Grail
A race across the border
I'll take a light
For you out there
When I walk
The paths of colours
I'll climb the rocks in the wind
On the trails of those who won or lost
I'll wander on my odyssey
In the idea of you, my goddess
Cut your braids and go to the convent
I'll take a voice
For you out there
When I walk
The paths of colours
There was a knight
A black and white prisoner
Without a dream or a secret
Without faith or heresy
Without the wings of a steed
Without the waves of a sailing boat
If destiny turns around what I spent
I wouldn't be strong for your weight
To fly in a rodeo
To be worth something in a tournament
Of death and be your husband
I'll take peace
For you out there
When I walk
The paths of colours
There was a knight
A black and white prisoner
Without a place or a path
Without the devil or God
Without a sparrowhawk's sky
Without the cry of a warrior
I leave you without losing you
And I lose you a little bit
Even if then
Leaving you is losing myself a bit-
Oh, my beauty, oh, honey, goodbye
I'm 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 meter mines
On the chimneys he drew a coral castle
And the whole neighbourhood went to the ball
Choir: It's a party, it's a party
There was a red knight
That rose on the backs of storms
Above the ditch of the city evenings
Behind a sky, animated by fences
Inside the rough seas
Of an ember of immensity
Oh, my beauty, oh, honey, goodbye, oh, my beauty
Choir: It's a party, it's a party
There was a blue knight
That captured the youth of springs
That brought enslaved chimeras
Freed the cranes from the metal of a building site
Towards a prayer site down there
Where you, too, will arrive
Walking on the paths of colours