Paisagem da Janela

From the side window
Of the bedroom
I see a church, a sign of glory
I see a white wall and a bird in flight
I see a fence, an old sign

Natural messenger
Of natural things
When I spoke of these morbid colors
When I spoke of these sordid men
When I spoke of this storm
You didn't listen

You don't want to believe
But that's so normal
You don't want to believe
And I was just

A marginal knight
Washed in the stream
A black knight who lived mysteries
Knight and lord of house and tree
Without wanting rest or Sunday

A marginal knight
Bathed in the stream
I knew the towers and the cemeteries
I knew the men and their wakes
When I looked out the side window
Of the bedroom

You don't want to believe
But that's so normal
A marginal knight
Bathed in the stream

You don't want to believe
But that's so normal
A marginal knight
Bathed in the stream