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

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



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