Black is the color of my [bad word] love's hair
Black is the color of my love, so fair
Black is her body, so firm, so gold
Black is her beauty, her soul of gold

I carry my love in my heart everywhere
And no matter where I go she is always there

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...

Her picture is painted in my memory without a color of despair
And no matter where I go she is always there