My Name is Red

I am happy that I am red!

Color - this touch your eyes, words, sounds in the dark.

Thousands of years, I listened to talk of the soul,

and because I dare to say that concern me - anyway, that touch an angel.

 I've seen everywhere. Life begins with me coming back to me.

I paint the world and say to him: "Be!".

And he is mine - bloody - in color.