Give me Fernande
Looking for a lover, sun?
Weren't you around for hated war?
I highly prefer an old guitarist,
Even if that makes me blue.
He's peaceful seeming in his solitude.
Maybe depressed, but no less passioned.
Who makes the rules for love?
My shadow moves closer,
Disappears in your high noon.
I could add you in my blues skies,
But I can't afford another color.
Uniformity breeds monotony,
Who often holds the hand of unlivelyness,
I fear for the year alone...
