Sabrina - Einstürzende Neubauten

It’s not the red of the dying sun

The morning sheet’s surprising stain

It’s not the red of which we bleed

The red of cabernet sauvignon

A world of ruby all in vain

It’s not that red

It’s not as golden as Zeus' famous shower

It doesn’t, not at all, come from above

It’s in the open but it doesn’t get stolen

It’s not that gold

It’s not as golden as memory

Or the age of the same name

It’s not that gold, it’s not that gold

It’s not that gold, it’s not gold at all

I wish this would be your colour…

Your colour, I wish

It is as black as Malevitch’s square

The cold furnace in which we stare

A high pitch on a future scale

It is a starless winternights' tale

It suits you well

It is that black

I wish this would be your colour…

Your colour, I wish