Idioma Origen:
Doctor my eyesjackson brownedoctor, my eyes have seen the yearsand the slow parade of fears without cryingnow i want to understandi have done all that i couldto see the evil and the good without hidingyou must help me if you candoctor, my eyestell me what is wrongwas i unwise to leave them open for so long'cause i have wandered through this worldand as each moment has unfurledi've been waiting to awaken from these dreamspeople go just where there willi never noticed them until i got this feelingthat it's later than it seemsdoctor, my eyestell me what you seei hear their criesjust say if it's too late for medoctor, my eyescannot see the skyis this the prize for having learned how not to cry
Idioma Destino:
Doctor my eyesjackson brownedoctor, my eyes have seen the yearsand the slow parade of fears without cryingnow i want to understandi have done all that i couldto see the evil and the good without hidingyou must help me if you candoctor, my eyestell me what is wrongwas i unwise to leave them open for so long'cause i have wandered through this worldand as each moment has unfurledi've been waiting to awaken from these dreamspeople go just where there willi never noticed them until i got this feelingthat it's later than it seemsdoctor, my eyestell me what you seei hear their criesjust say if it's too late for medoctor, my eyescannot see the skyis this the prize for having learned how not to cry