Black,
Black, the color of your soul.
Even when it's time to go,
I pretend I'm leaving.
Come on,
tell me what is on your mind.
There's no need to heat this fight
Deep inside I'm grieving.
Time is not on my side.
I'll never be as you like.
Tight is rope, I can't breathe.
I need to cross that street ‘cause
Maybe, on the other side,
On a greener grass I'll lay
I need to be who I really am
Need to cross this field of guilt
I'll cross ‘cause fire is lost
Black,
Black, the color of my soul.
Even when it's time to go,
I pretend I'm leaving.
