Here it sounds like a broken Kraftwerk crawling out of the darkness of a nuclear apocalypse. (c) [bad word] 

black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair
black is the color of my love, so fair
black is for body, so firm, so bold
black is her beauty, her soul of gold
i carry my love in my heart
every everywhere
no matter where i go
i remember
how she came to me
in a vision of my mind
i remember
how she said to me
don't ever look behind
she said
look ahead
and i would see someone always loving me
the picture is painted in my memory
without the color of despair
and no matter where i go
she is always there