your grey-blue lips   i won't see ever again   it was the colour of your pain   it was the colour of our love   our perfect harmony, an insane madness   in the bottom of our hearts, the black mood   superhuman, a selfishness   coherence, our suffering   our total nostalgia, an autophagy   if blue, blue, if love is blue   how much grey in our blue   if blue, blue, if love is blue   how much grey in our blue   and now you, no, you're not here any more   my brutal fantasy   thinking of you, dead, again mine   my brutal fantasy   hoping you, dead, again mine, mine, mine...mine