The blue sky has lost its color
At least that's how it feels to me as a drifter
I walk up to the avenue
Hope and watch the minutes pass to something new
Sometimes i can't take it too rough
Hope that i'll still alive to love again.

The red sun has lost its bright
Piercing its light seedy walking in my shred
I sweep the tears i've cried
At least that's how i feel to know that it's really hurts to me
Sometimes nights are so lonely and though
But, i'll always hope that i'll survive to dream again.