Orange is my colour of love

 

There is a canal orange in colour

Where clay leaves its silt remains…

That’s how I feel about you too.

 

As though you’ve floated on through…

And though you’ve coloured me!

Those slits haven’t stuck on to you…

 

So now Orange is my colour of love

 

But I’m just still a stick in the mud

Cleaning off my boots

Like they’ve been soiled by pollutes,

 

So now Orange is my colour of love

And I just wish to sail down a Grand canal

Where clay leaves its silt remains…

 

That’s how I feel about you

So now Orange is my colour of love

Won’t you silt up my heart and love me too.