Black is white and red is blue And I've sent to you Music from a broken violin Young man dance like cripples While their fathers wheep like boys And babies teach the nightingales to sing The? on an airplane He climbed up to the sky And switched the engine off and said To live why I must die I've watched the cities and the grayin afternoons Seen the purple hands that beg for wine When in midnight clubs where they could beat against the moon The strutting artists waste away their time The on an airplane Climbed up to the sky Switched the engine off and said To live why I must die ♪ The on an airplane Climbed up to the sky Switched the engine off and said To live why I must die Black is white and red is blue And I've sent to you Music from a broken violin Black is white and red is blue When I'll send to you Music from the broken violin