The colour of sorrow is blue When there comes 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 to come?
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 shadow comes 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