Going where the orange sun has never died And your swirling marble eyes shine Laughing Burning through the light Bittersweet the drops of life Memories only fading Fancy Colours, fancy Colours All we ever did see When we're down at the sea We see things so very bright at the sea Fancy Colours, fancy Colours All we ever can do The morning covered with dew We do things so very fine at the dew Fancy Colours, fancy Colours All we ever do hear The world wether we're hear or there We hear things so very fine when we're there André Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil