Disarmonia Mundi

Returning at twilight
Out of a suffering light
As for naked fortune
I can color my mind one last time
Colors sweet surrounding me
The power of sun, believe me
Has low importance the grey in the streets
I am searching for
This day wakes up unreal
Warning electro-voices
Giving mankind the revelation...
You've got to give back all the choices
A liter of ink flows on the pages
From mouth to mouth, to the TVs
Eat good, drink wine go for a run,