Возможно, вы меня знаете. Да, это я. Ну, или частично я.

Red is a color of my blistering fire
For you, my love.
Orange is a color  of my desire
That never will have enough.
Yellow is for my joy and cheer
For you, my love.
Green is  my hope,  as bright and clear
As heaven shining above.
Blue is a color of my dreams and care
I will never be tired of.
Indigo is for a prayer I share
With you, my love.
And violet is to hold the row
Of colors from falling apart.
And let this rainbow be a road,
A road from heart to heart.

Night after night I have a dream
Of a gloomy and barren land
Of no color. And there is a stream
Flowing through the sand.
So dark are the waters, so plain is the sight,
And it gets even darker night after night.
And every night there is a child,
A child on the other side.
A tiny boy with golden hair,
Standing all alone on the other side
Of the stream in the middle of the nowhere
With nobody else in sight.
And every night the river grows wider,
With time it may turn into a sea.
The darkness deepens, the wind gets wilder,
And soon I will not be able to see
Anymore a kid with golden hair.
The delicate silent boy, so light
That he seems to be floating in the air,
Will be swallowed by the night.


 

I wrote "turquoise is in his eyes".
So what if that is not true?
Oh hell, if I would scrutinize,
His eyes are barely blue.
I wrote "thunder lives in his curls".
So what if that is not true?
His curls - forget about it, girls,
You clearly can see through.
That sort of a guy you can see around
By hundreds every day.
But I look at him, and my heart melts down
In a funny and tender way.