Those days: red, blue and white... There're gone, there're almost out of sight And echos of beautiful verses Remembers noone in the night Simulations with reality, Manipulations of misery, Incompatible blood's transfusion... Whim of days in black... Memories are strange and pale Like being contrary with written fairytale. Again, this well-known state of loosing myself. This is the way I go, long long way to go. My honey, he loves me no more His heart is cold, his voice is rough. Hope and darkness are wrestling inside. Please don't make me fight. You're wrong, my dear, my love is for real But I feel that I'm loosing my ancient skill. A strange lack is touching my heart, - The lack of days in black!!!