From the side window of the sleeping room
I see a church, a sign of glory
I see a white wall and a bird flight
I see a grid, an old sign
Natural messenger of natural things
When I was talking about these morbid colours
When I was talking about these sordid men
When I was talking about this storm
You did not listen
You don´t want to believe
But this is so normal
You don´t want to believe
And I was just
Marginal knight washed in riverside
Black knight that lived mysteries
Knight and Lord from house and trees
Not wanting to rest, not even on Sundays
Marginal knight washed in riverside
I met the towers and the cemeteries
I met the men and their funerals
When I was looking by the lateral window
Of the sleeping room
You don´t want to believe
But this is so normal
You don´t want to believe
But this is so normal
A marginal Knight
Washed in riverside
You don´t want to believe