Lyrics:
Pinto Festival

It's bad timing and me We find a lot of things out this way And there's you A little black cloud in a dress The temptation to take the precious things

Even when the sky is grey The sun will have the final say So take another look outside And when you think you've seen it all And when you think you've

See her lying in my bed My pillow stuffed beneath her head Her hair is like a sea of gold I'd love to say it her Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit

Translation: Nicole. Who Paints The Rainbow On.

: Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that you're seein' double On a cold, dark night

See her lying in my bed My pillow stuffed beneath her head Her hair is like a sea of gold I'd love to say it her Kiss her lips, they're wet with spit