Oh, the night hides inside of your body.
I don’t hear from you and you don’t meet me.
When the sun wakes up I can’t even recall your name.
Where d’you go? No reason for that.
Oh, I strip my mind inside of your body
and get drunk off your anxiety,
off a passion that can do everything,
that can conquer the free will,
that is neither love nor loving.
I don’t know who you are.
I don’t know who you are.
Between red and blue,
I don’t know who you are.
Your soul looks like a wilderness of colors,
between red and blue.
I don’t know who you are.
I don’t know who you are.
Oh, because nothing unseen remains,
I can no longer have hopes.
Neither fears nor forgetfulness will exist
to make me feel any longer,
that it’s neither love nor loving.
I don’t know who you are.
I don’t know who you are.
Between red and blue,
I don’t know who you are.
Your soul looks like a wilderness of colors,
between red and blue.
I don’t know who you are.
I don’t know who you are.