I see the red withdraw behind the green.
On the night sky stars fade into clouds.
Blacker than night - colder than blue.
I walk the streets in town of vanity.
The storm is rising; color my sky.
I wait for its rage; eyes open wide.
From the town of gray to forest of green.
Color my sky.
The storm is rising; color my sky.
I stare at its rage' eyes open wide.
From the soil of gray to snow of white.
From ashes of gray to sun of red.
Color of my sky.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI