You are black,
I am white,
Then we take turns
And I am black,
You are white,
When put together
We are grey.
White as the lily,
Black as the grave,
A sad ceremony
Of tears and pain.
Black as the raven,
White as the dove,
We fight up in heavens
And we lose two feathers.
One brings the night,
The other makes the day.
When a drop of blood
Touches the ground
The world becomes
All coloured again.