Those who paint us do it in red on grey, in lifelike colours, but that's not what I'm talking about, If I could I'd paint youbeneath green trees and gold on azure.
The place we live has light enough, but every sunset, my heart sings from behind glass. If I were a carpenter, I'd build you a ship, to sail away together to the trees, and the gold on azure.
If I could love without demanding love from you, If I were not afraid and sang about my own business, If I could see, I would see us as we are, as green trees and gold on azure
Azure may not be the right shade, but I wanted a one-word translation for goluboy