Fading Colours - Colours | Текст песни

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What is blue
Expands the space inside us
Raising high...

What is green
Spreads on the grass
Waking the thrills of love

What is burning
Turns the entrails
Messing up hands with pitch

What is white
Covers faces suddenly

Bringing indissoluble to the end

Life is not a dream
You run away, run away...

Slower every day
Slower every day

Love is like a film
You sit and watch
And then you're fed up

Colours are burning...

Colours are fading...

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