today it seems to be
i'm a fool without a dream
live without a colour
red and yellow flowers
in a black and white shot

if you're crying over me
and a tear is falling down
and a fiction becomes reality
if you're crying over me
and when rage is strong enough
come into my arms for tenderness

look for the blossom of childhood
they are wild for a long time
these are the signs of love
they belong to you
they belong to you