The colour of sorrow is blue
 When [bad word] another season
 Some feelings grown inside you
 Suddenly end with no reason
 You always think it was better before
 How can you guess all the things [bad word] 

 In the Blue Years...
 It was so different, in the Blue Years
 The seem so far away, the Blue Years

 The taste in your mouth is not sour
 As a [bad word] from another life
 You stay there watching the hours
 Looking for some lost pictures of your life
 How can you say it was better before
 Without knowing what you are waiting for?

 In the Blue Years...
 It was so different, in the Blue Years
 The seem so far away, the Blue Years