returning at twilight
out of a suffering light
as for a naked fortune
i can color my mind one last time

colors sweet surrounding me
the power of the sun, believe me
has low importance the grey in the streets
i am searching for

this day wake 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 [bad word] "
keep brown: this is your last sun!"

i pull your colors to mine
i pull your colors to mine
i pull your colors to mine
the [bad word]  grass grows in this side

i pull your colors to mine
i pull your colors to mine
i pull your colors to mine
the [bad word]  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 [bad word] 
colors sweet surrounding me
the power of the sun, believe me
has low importance the grey in the streets
i am searching for

i've seen a grey world dying out
in the fiction-like slience of my city
every person frightened by my smile
as in search of my colored world

colors sweet surrounding me
the power of the sun, believe me
has low importance the grey in the streets
i am searching for

this day wake 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 [bad word] "
keep brown: this is your last sun!"