Fúria de Color

You're always at the end of my steps when I arrive
You're not in the way I want to give you
If I paint you, I must create brush strategies
You are for the wind, reins of a steed

You, color fury... you sneak into my voice
You, play as you pass by... you smile and then you leave

The sky of your kingdom is impermeable
When alone, you dedicate yourself to painting my canvas
You turn the hours when blue is gray
Into a network of faint shadows to dress
You are a castaway, seductive in a mystical world
You move magical bodies in the night
If the sun outlines the clarity and the neon must turn off
You create dreams to give away

You, color fury... you sneak into my voice
You, play as you pass by... you smile and then you leave

Sometimes the day banishes your forms
Other times it echoes the voice of each hour
You turn the image I couldn't distinguish
Into an untiring memory to pursue
And you're always at the end of my steps when I arrive
You move magical shadows in the night

You, color fury... you sneak into my voice
You, play as you pass by... you smile and then you leave