Returning at twilight Out of a suffering light As for naked fortune I can color my mind one last time Colors sweet surrounding me The power of sun, believe me Has low importance the grey in the streets I am searching for This day wakes 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 a run, Keep brown... this is your last sun!" I pull your colors to mine The fucking 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 queer I've seen a grey world dying out In the fiction-like silence of my city Every person frightened by my smile As in search of my colored world