White
White spirits sprout from red and black grounds.
Some born sad others – happy.
The white is the color of the empty
But the white generates – all of the colors.
White, white, white, white.
Yellow
Pale almost white day
Dim light passing through the dreams
Cheerful, tenuous, fleeting
Yellow, the city of violet souls
Dressed in the color of the extinct stars.
Blue
Hopes and tears, memories
An infinite ocean in front of life.
Beneath the world a mother and a child,
An eternal walk close to the beach.
Before the rainbow arrives
Childhood, with a gray smile.
Violet
There is war in all the souls:
War of black, red, and blue.
In the end, blue arches its neck.
It is difficult to resist the great rainbow
Black as the heart itself.
Red
Equal days repeating themselves
Flames igniting old houses
Old lives, old dreams, old fears
A whole world immersed in red vapors
Blue martyrs watery sky
Red.
Grey
Withered flowers burned in the wind,
Scrawny bodies struggled in the mud.
The sound and fury were extinguished,
In time there was only waiting.
White and black had, forever
Get together.
Black
The pale yellow days are over.
Even in dreams, black always wins.
Black, Black, Black, Black
Corsairs destroy themselves on the gray horizon,
Crows forbid the light in the rainbow.
