9pm (Till I Come)/Don't Stop/The Summer/The Fields
9pm (Till I Come):
Till I Come!
Change it and say 'Till I Come'!
Don't Stop:
Don't stop...it's the real sound.
The Summer:
The summer is here...
You wanna feel somebody
Irrational impulses
The Fields Of Love:
Have you ever seen the fields of love?
Have you ever felt the seeds of love?
Killer:
So you want to be free, to live your life the way you wanna be.
Will you give if we cry?
Will we live...or will we die?
Tainted hearts heal with time.
Shoot that love so we can stop the end aha
Solitary brother
Is there still a part of you that wants to live?
Solitary Sister
Is there still a part of you that wants to give?
If we try and live your lives the way you wanna be, yeah.
Racism in among future kings can only lead to no good.
Besides, all our sons and daughters already know how that feels yeah yeah yeah
SPANISH TRANSLATIONS:
9pm (Till I Come): (9 de la noche-hasta que venga-)
Hasta que llegue...
Cámbialo y di: 'Hasta que llegue'
Don't Stop: (No pares)
No pares.
Es el auténtico sonido!
The Summer: (El verano)
El verano está aquÃÂ.
Quieres sentir a alguien.
Impulsos irracionales...
The Fields Of Love: (Los campos del amor)
Has visto alguna vez los campos del amor?
Has sentido alguna vez las semillas del amor?
Killer: (Asesino)
Asàque quieres ser libre?
Vivir tu vida como a tàte de la gana?
Perdonarás si lloramos?
Viviremos...o moriremos?
Las heridas del corazón se curan con el tiempo.
Acaba con ese amor para poder evitar a tiempo ese final.
Hermano solitario.
Hay alguna parte de tàque todavÃÂa quiera vivir?
Hermana solitaria.
Hay alguna parte de tàque todavÃÂa quiera perdonar?
Si probamos
y vivimos como vosotros quereis...
El racismo en futuros lideres no puede llevarnos a nada bueno.
Ademas todos nuestros hijos e hijas ya saben en que consiste.
Si...
We recommend: Broken Morning
She was all I could see
Kicking the brown leaves of childhoold around us
We danced the deep sea
That welled from the spring of the boy that I was
Held in her flame
Feeling her learning
Watching her burning
To see the first man I became
Little lady
Who made me
Was it you
Or is it that old unforgiveness
That I can't forget
I was her warchild and she was my wildcat
We lived in a dream
Broke up for summer unfolding the secret
And woke up downstream
Facing the current that said that we couldn't
Go on<