Here it sounds like a broken Kraftwerk crawling out of the darkness of a nuclear apocalypse. (c) brainwashed.com
black is the color of my true 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