Lyric

A brave seeker leads my hands to the centre of the world

A great leader asks me

“What is your colour?”

The castle that is enclosed by spears and wires

Briers and brambles flamed in Märchen

Even if I plunge there

I’m a mere foreigner

I love all

And

All loves me

After all that, the flags are streaming in the wind

There’s an end of it

A great leader asks me

“What is your colour?”

Now I’m in your arms silently like your little boy

Slender fingers trace some lines

The urban insiders are gray by sadness

A great leader asks me

“What is your colour?”

I just shake my head

I answer only “no”