Under an Old Umbrella

Say hello to the sea or to the lonely water
Say hello to the sea under the skies of azure
I met him yesterday under my old umbrella
I met him yesterday under the skies of azure

And turquoise was the color of his eyes
And bitter was the color of mine

He was tall, grey, and slowly held my empty fingers
He was tall, gracefully he filled my cold hot body
I met him yesterday under the skies of azure
I met him yesterday under my old umbrella

And turquoise was the color of his eyes
And bitter was the color of mine