Columbus blue

blue wild is driven by red wind

crew finds new line

when no one knows that ground is round

blue dream was in the end of horizon


blue soul is deeper than sea

red heart is purer than sky

rain, in the palm

pain spreads a sail

he will go vague tomorrow it seems to be certain


answer which even God can’t find

tragedy which even devil grieves over

dream, in the breast

scream dyes a sail

he will go reliable tomorrow in thick darkness