Red - Bosnian Rainbows

Winter leaks inside my skin

Into the open womb, my open womb

The feeling is mean and full and red

No matter how hard I try it makes no sound

Summer breaks into my pores

Into these holes I once knew well

They once were strong

The matter is gone and non persistent

The more I try to feel the less realistic I become

All feelings I have for red are dead

Are dead, are dead and lonesome

All feelings I have for red are dead

You’re dead to me, to me, to me

Fall fears the likes of me

Even when the solar moon lets go of you

The feeling is mean and full of black

No matter how hard I try I can’t look back

All feelings I have for red are dead

Are dead, are dead and lonesome

All feelings I have for red are dead

You’re dead to me, to me, to me

Walking on your grained path

Searching for your mind

Feeling once forgotten

Loving you has died

Spring kisses all my thoughts

These strands of memories invading us throughout life…

All feelings I have for red are dead

Are dead, are dead and lonesome

All feelings I have for red are dead

You’re dead to me, to me, to me