Ubu Noir

Here it sounds like a broken Kraftwerk crawling out of the darkness of a nuclear apocalypse. (c) brainwashed.com

black is the color of my true love's hair
black is the color of my love, so fair
black is for body, so firm, so bold
black is her beauty, her soul of gold
i carry my love in my heart
every everywhere
no matter where i go
i remember
how she came to me
in a vision of my mind
i remember
how she said to me
don't ever look behind
she said
look ahead
and i would see someone always loving me
the picture is painted in my memory
without the color of despair
and no matter where i go
she is always there