India: I have an open hope without a button
and a puppet inside a drawer.
I have a meeting, a dream and a farewell.
Prince: I have a blank notebook and a smudge
and a greater melody, a sol menor.
I have a summer that waits fot you every day.
India: Who has a heart
to paint of love,
that mine has only one color.
India and Prince: And it's gray for you
of so much love was wearing away.
And I, and I here
stop in this wait, maybe I lost count.
And it's gray for you.
of gray I draw my illusion in a stroke.
And I, and I here
painting a picture of gray.
India: I have a radiant sun that does not give heat,
sheets and an alarm clock.
I have your shadow wandering in my hallway.
Prince: Who has a heart
to paint of love,
that mine has only one color.
India and Prince: And it's gray for you
of so much love was wearing away.
And I and I here
stop in this wait, maybe I lost count.
And it's gray for you.
of gray I draw my illusion in a stroke.
And I and I here
painting a picture of gray.
Prince: I have an open cardboard surprise,
a new doubt inside the trunk.
India: I have a story, a dog
which is called balu.
I have a medium beer, without alcohol,
a fantasy that this time is going to be that not.
Prince: I have a winter that calms me down
and that it cools me.
India: Who has a heart
to paint of love,
that mine has only this color.
Prince: I have a radiant sun that does not heat,
sheets, an alarm clock.
India: I have your shadow wandering in the hallway.
Gray.