It's one for the black
Two for the dark
Three for the fire
For those who don't need a spark
All those people round there
Don't really know what they want
They don't know what they need
They are always on the hunt
Buying always something new
All those things they do not need
But it doesn't really satisfy
And so they are full of greed
Working all day
To get more and more
And in fact they are alone
They are all poor
All that useless stuff
They throw it away
To buy something new
Just to discard it some day
I don't care about that stuff
Enjoying just the little things
Lying here in the grass
Watching the sun as it sinks
Following the clouds go by
Gazing at the stars, countless above
Smell the flowers on my way
And all the things I love
Working all day
To get more and more
And in fact they are alone
They are all poor
All that useless stuff
They throw it away
To buy something new
Just to discard it some day
It's one for the black
Two for the dark
Three for the fire
For those who don't need a spark
Solo
Working all day
To get more and more
And in fact they are alone
They are all poor
All that useless stuff
They throw it away
To buy something new
Just to discard it some day
It's one for the black
Two for the dark
Three for the fire
For those who don't need a spark
One for the black
Two for the dark
Three for the fire
For those who don't need a spark
One for the black
Two for the dark
Three for the fire
For those who don't need a spark