In the palace I see a lot of things
Things like the mosaic floor
The forms, the paintings and the illustrations
What could all this be?
The floor cold and hard like the gray marble stone
And I only want to keep staying close
The colors of the mosaic floor seem to have a meaning
There is a meaning in the paintings and the illustrations seeking
It's a big place filled with dirty air
But with time it all fades away
The rooms have different lights seeping through the windows
Reflecting on the illustrations watching my eyes close
It's a big place filled with dirty air
But with time it all fades away