Blue is the colour of the wind And sad songs, guitar riffs Then white is winter inside me Frozen words you can't hear What's the colour of this affair? I can't paint if I don't even know your tint Your face belongs to black and brown Autumn sounds, tears and doubts And what if I add a little bit Of pinky lips and sweets? Oh, what's the colour of this affair? Oh, I can't paint if I Don't even know your tint Oh, What's the colour of our love? Oh, I will paint it and hang above my bed, your bed...