It's not the red of the dying sun The morning sheets surprising stain It's not the red of which we bleed
The red of Cabernet Sauvignon Will ruby all in vain
It's not that red, it's not that red.
It's not as golden as Zeus's famous shower It does not at all come from above It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen It's not that gold It's not as golden as memories Or the age of the same name It's not that gold, it's not that gold
It's not that gold - it's not gold at all.
I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour Your colour, I wish
It is as black as malevitch's square The cold furnace in which we stare A high pitch on a future scale It is a starless winternight's tale It suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour Your colour, I wish