Vertaling van: Blof - Bougainville

Colors are colors
I thought once in a while
Not much is happening in this country
Through the glass in my hand
In the south of France
I suddenly see
That the light changes softly
And it does something to me

'Cause the position of the sun
Turns Bougainville into firework Colors are colors
I think once in a while
Sooner or later they earn each other
And while I'm just talking
On a sunny mountain
I suddenly know
That the light changes me
And what matters

Because my heart knows why
I notice all this
And the position of the sun
Turns Bougainville into firework