The light-brown hills
Are the bed of the most obscure pains
You can't avoid to see the gravestones
Set in the orange gra**
There's no bee you can k** when the day comes
And you sit alone next to the mounds
You can't be sure about it
Imagine if you were colour blind
And I saw well those vivid signs
I had to know how to fight
Imagine if you were colour blind
And I saw well those vivid signs
I had to know how to fight