It's not the red that die in sun
The morning sheets suprising stain
It's not the red of which we blead
The red of Cabernet sauvignon
The world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red, it's not that red
It's not that red, it's not that red
It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower
It doesn't nod at all, come from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Of the age of the same name
It's not that gold, it's not that gold
It's not that gold, it's not gold at all
I wish that would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as Malevich square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on the future scale
It is as tall as winternight's tale
It suits you well
It is that black, it is that black
It is that black, it is that black
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour
I wish this would be your colour