Who is calling me?
Who is calling me?
Who is calling me through my dreams?
What colors, what colors are your white eyes?
Who is calling me?
Who is calling me?
Who is calling me through my dreams?
What colors, what colors are your white eyes?
The dawn is tearing my night,
it's standing on my feet
Will I ever be able
to not belong to you?
The face of a beast from an aquarelle,
I have drawn them
I can't even hide my tears,
I'm afraid it's not a dream
What colors,
what colors are your white eyes?
Who is calling me?
Who is calling me?
Who is calling me through my dreams?
What colors, what colors are your white eyes?
Who calls me, who calls me through my dreams
Who is my, who are my colors
Who is my, who are my colors
I try to wake up,
but I can't
I can't open my eyes,
because I still love you
I'm a piece of watercolour,
a dream of a divorce I can't even wash my face,
I'm afraid,
it's not a dream
Who calls me,
who calls me through my dreams Who is my,
who are my colors
Who calls me, who calls me through my dreams
Who is my, who are my colors
Your white eyes
Who calls me,
who calls me through my dreams
Who is my, who are my colors