Returning at twilight
Out of a suffering light.
As for naked fortune
I can color my mind one last time.
Colors sweet surrounding me.
The power of sun, believe me,
Has low importance. The grey in the streets
All I am searching for.
This day wakes up unreal
Warning electro-voices,
Giving mankind the revelation…
You've got to give back all the choices.
A liter of ink flows on the pages
From mouth to mouth, to the TVs:
«Eat good, drink wine, go for a run,
Keep brown… This is your last sun!»
I pull your colors to mine.
The fucking grass grows in this side.
Sitting on the wet grass
Eyes to a sky without stars.
As for naked fortune
It seems a whatever dawn
Just more queer.
Colors sweet surrounding me.
The power of sun, believe me,
Has low importance. The grey in the streets
All I am searching for.
I've seen a grey world dying out
In the fiction-like silence of my city.
Every person frightened by my smile
As in search of my colored world.
Colors sweet surrounding me.
The power of sun, believe me,
Has low importance. The grey in the streets
All I am searching for.
This day wakes up unreal
Warning electro-voices,
Giving mankind the revelation…
You've got to give back all the choices
A liter of ink flows on the pages
From mouth to mouth, to the TVs:
«Eat good, drink wine, go for a run,
Keep brown… This is your last sun!»