Einstürzende Neubauten Sabrina

It s not the red of the dying sun The morning sheet s surprising stain It s not the red of which we bleed The red of cabernet sauvignon A world of ruby all in vain It s not that red It s not as golden as Zeus famous shower It doesn t, not at all, come from above It s in the open but it doesn t get stolen It s not that gold It s not as golden as memory Or the age of the same name It s not that gold I wish this would be your Your colour, I wish It is as black as Malevitch s square The cold fur