There is a sadman near by the sea.
We call him yellow, and he just smiles
He remembered a day that he wore this shirt,
yellow.
He walks by the bay, and he sings funny songs
for the trees and the birds, and the sea that he loves.
He sometimes cries, but this he really does not know,
it is this sky.
Yellow.
Suddenly, he realized that he has been living in a dream,
A dream that not even its vigorous imagination could not perceive,
All this time, he has believing in a candle of love.
Yellow.
Brussels, 13.12.2010
We call him yellow, and he just smiles
He remembered a day that he wore this shirt,
yellow.
He walks by the bay, and he sings funny songs
for the trees and the birds, and the sea that he loves.
He sometimes cries, but this he really does not know,
it is this sky.
Yellow.
Suddenly, he realized that he has been living in a dream,
A dream that not even its vigorous imagination could not perceive,
All this time, he has believing in a candle of love.
Yellow.
Brussels, 13.12.2010
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