Traducción de la letra The Red Telephone de Love

Idioma Origen:

Sitting on a hillside
watching all the people die,
I'll feel much better on the other side
I'll thumb a ride...

I believe in magic
Why? because it is so quick,
I don't need power when I'm hypnotized,
look in my eyes...

What are you seeing (I see...)
How do you feel? (...you)
I feel real phony when my name is Phil
Or was that Bill?

Life goes on here day after day
I don't know if I am living or if I'm supposed to be...
Sometimes my life is so eerie
and if you think I'm happy paint me (white)(yellow)

I've been here once, I've been here twice
I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the, the fifth's to fix
Sometimes I deal with numbers
and if you wanna count me, count me out...

I don't need the times of day
anytime with me's OK
I just don't want you using up my time
'cause that's not right...

They're locking them up today
they're throwing away the key
I wonder who it will be tomorrow
you or me?

We're all normal when we want our freedom
freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
(I want my freedom)
(All o' God's children gotta have their freedom...)
Idioma Destino:

Sitting on a hillside
watching all the people die,
I'll feel much better on the other side
I'll thumb a ride...

I believe in magic
Why? because it is so quick,
I don't need power when I'm hypnotized,
look in my eyes...

What are you seeing (I see...)
How do you feel? (...you)
I feel real phony when my name is Phil
Or was that Bill?

Life goes on here day after day
I don't know if I am living or if I'm supposed to be...
Sometimes my life is so eerie
and if you think I'm happy paint me (white)(yellow)

I've been here once, I've been here twice
I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the, the fifth's to fix
Sometimes I deal with numbers
and if you wanna count me, count me out...

I don't need the times of day
anytime with me's OK
I just don't want you using up my time
'cause that's not right...

They're locking them up today
they're throwing away the key
I wonder who it will be tomorrow
you or me?

We're all normal when we want our freedom
freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
(I want my freedom)
(All o' God's children gotta have their freedom...)