Sabrina

t's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheets' surprising stain
It's not the red of which we bleed...

It's not that red

It is as black as malevich's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winter night's tale
It suits you well, it is a dead black...

It is that black...

I wish this would be your colour...
Your colour, I wish...

Einstürzende Neubauten-Sabrina
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TssuSYrxVI