Idioma Origen:
Turn up the music way up loud
Dress yourself up in a shroud
The crayon fabric colors stains
... into buckets filled with rain
And dance the dance of summer's lost
And forget time and forget names
They'll have to run away someday not to come back
So they say
And if you were
I saw you laughing with the animals today
I couldn't understand a single word you said
Each time we talk we turn the conversation black
Each time we talk we always get lost in the facts
And if you were to fall from grace
I'd have a picture of your face
Those colored laughing there at me
Tell me your histories
And if you had to leave this place
And if you vanished without trace
Completely barred straight from my mind
Bad memories left behind
Idioma Destino:
Turn up the music way up loud
Dress yourself up in a shroud
The crayon fabric colors stains
... into buckets filled with rain
And dance the dance of summer's lost
And forget time and forget names
They'll have to run away someday not to come back
So they say
And if you were
I saw you laughing with the animals today
I couldn't understand a single word you said
Each time we talk we turn the conversation black
Each time we talk we always get lost in the facts
And if you were to fall from grace
I'd have a picture of your face
Those colored laughing there at me
Tell me your histories
And if you had to leave this place
And if you vanished without trace
Completely barred straight from my mind
Bad memories left behind