Paint it black - Rolling Stones

Ayer fue el día de los abuelos, así que voy a dedicarle a mi abuelo una canción cantada por otro abuelo que ayer cumplió 65.
Un abrazo desde Santander. Ayer me dí el primer bañito del año y ahora vuelvo otra vez al Sardinero a por el segundo y a ver si e da un poco el sol en la panza, que falta hace.

I see a red door and I want it painted black,
no colors anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black,
with flowers and my love, both never to come back.
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away,
like a newborn baby it just happens every day.

I look inside my self and see my heart is black,
I see my red door and I want it painted black.
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts,
it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue,
I could not forsee this thing happening to you.
If I look hard enough into the setting sun,
my love will laugh with me before the morning comes.

I see a red door and I want it painted black,
no colours anymore I want them to turn black.
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes,
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes.