Colors of a New Era
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"
Pull your colors to mine, pull your colors to mine
Pull your colors to mine
The fucking grass grows in this side
Pull your colors to mine, pull your colors to mine
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
Colors sweet surrounding me
The power of sun, believe me
Has low importance, the grey in the streets
I am searching for
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
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"
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"
Pull your colors to mine, pull your colors to mine
Pull your colors to mine
The fucking grass grows in this side
Pull your colors to mine, pull your colors to mine
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
Colors sweet surrounding me
The power of sun, believe me
Has low importance, the grey in the streets
I am searching for
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
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"
Credits
Writer(s): Ettore Rigotti
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