Colours

El Sol anuncia la llegada de tormentas tiñendo de el cielo de rosas pálidos e intensos. De amarillos a ocres y de celestes que van pasando a azul oscuro casi negro. Casi puedo oler las primeras gotas de agua. Casi adivino el olor de la tierra mojada que pase de un color tenue a un ocre marcado. El Sol parece jugar con los colores mientras espera el momento justo de esconderse para descansar todo el invierno.

Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair

in the mornin' when we rise,

in the mornin' when we rise,

that's the time, that's the time,

i love the best.

blue's the colour of the sky

in the mornin' when we rise,

in the mornin' when we rise.

in the mornin' when we rise.

that's the time, that's the time

i love the best.

green's the colour of the sparklin' corn

in the mornin' when we rise,

in the mornin' when we rise.

in the mornin' when we rise.

that's the time, that's the time

i love the best.

mellow is the feeling that i get

when i see her, mm hmm,

when i see her, uh huh.

that's the time, that's the time

i love the best.

freedom is a word i rarely use

without thinkin', mm hmm,

without thinkin', mm hmm,

of the time, of the time

when i've been loved.