Einstürzende Neubauten — Sabrina

It's not the red of the dying sun The morning sheets surprising stain It's not the red of which we bleed The red of cabernet sauvignon A world of ruby all in vain It's not that red It's not as golden as Zeus famous shower It doesn't come, not at all, from above It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen It's not that gold It's not as golden as memory Or the age of the same name It's not that gold I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour It is as black as malevitch's square The cold furnace in which we stare A high pitch on a future scale It is a starless winternight's tale It suits you well It is that black I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour I wish this would be your colour Your colour, I wish