Blau 1

With you, I imagine those sunny spots,
I’m left with a dumb look on my face.
With you, I picture every dawn,
And I don’t care if they’ve covered the hole.
With you, I want to wipe away tomorrow’s drops from the sea.
For you, I’ll pull back the curtains in the morning, and I’ll
Watch you if the sun lights you up.
And if it rains and shines, I’ll comb your hair with my hand.

And it’s no joke,
Loneliness has made you paint us blue with fake palaces.
Stop dreaming! and come back to reality:
Dreaming on an empty mattress.

Together we’ll go rowing in the wetlands,
We’ll see that it won’t be what it used to be.
And if we get lost together at dusk,
I don’t care if they’ve covered the hole.
With you, I want to shake off tomorrow’s salt from the sea.
You’ll be my little snail in the mountains,
In adversity, we’ll both show our horns.
Be my cowgirl, babe, and I’ll come too.

And it’s no joke,
Loneliness has made you paint us blue with fake palaces.
Stop dreaming! and come back to reality:
Dreaming on an empty mattress.
And it’s no joke,
Loneliness has made you paint us blue with fake palaces.
Stop dreaming! and come back to reality:
Dreaming on an empty mattress.