- cifra
In the white I wake up
In the white I die
Somewhere in the red, I see your eyes
In the green I'm out walking
And in the green I live
Somewhere in the red, I have your lips
I dream of a cloud
I dream of you
In the blue I'm rising, like an ocean
And in the blue it's down, I sail
Somewhere in the red, I taste your skin
The girls they loved his face
Cut their fingers and they could not look away
But your son never saw a thing
His eyes wrapped in all these dreams
Coloured cloth in autumn gray
Coloured cloth covered with bloody stains
And without the pain
We learn to love again
My dream to find
My dream come true
In the black I feel you
In the black I sense
Somewhere in the red, the colours end
