Blue as the drowning night sky where you'll be freed,
Blue as the freed sea where you'll be drowned,
Red as the stolen love you'll obtain,
Red as the obtained blood you'll stole,
Dark shades, light tones,
Cold tints, warm hues,
What will be the color palette?
On it will depend the blooms,
Here lies the ambiguity,
In the colors of the afternoons,
Green as the buried clovers where you'll be lucky,
Green as the lucky grass where you'll be buried,
White as the deadly peace you'll accomplish,
White as the accomplished face you'll see as she dies,
Written on the stars,
Written on the ground,
The wise can be fooled,
The commoners can be crowned,
And even if it may seem unnoticeable,
There's not a sole truth to be found.
