Translation of The Technicolor Phase by Owl City

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I am the red in the rose, the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor
And I am the gray in the ghost that hides with your clothes behind your closet door
I am the green in the grass that bends back from underneath your feet
And I am the blue in your back-alley view where the horizon and the rooftops meet

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars
You can go anywhere you wish cause I?ll be there, wherever you are
?wherever you are

I will always meet your gaze
When we are lost in the Technicolor phase

I am the black in the book, the letters on the pages that you memorize
And I am the orange in the overcast, a color that you visualize
I am the white in the walls that soak up all the sound when you cannot sleep
And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach that wish the harbor wasn?t quite so deep

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars ?my darling
You can go anywhere you wish cause I?ll be there, wherever you are ?my darling
?wherever you are

Translate to: --Select-- Spanish English Arabic Czech Danish German Estonian Finnish French Dutch Greek Hebrew Haitian Creole Hungarian Indonesian Italian Japanese Korean Lithuanian Latvian Norwegian Polish Portuguese Romanian Russian Slovak Slovene Swedish Thai Turkish Ukrainian Vietnamese Simplified Chinese Traditional Chinese

I am the red in the rose, the flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor
And I am the gray in the ghost that hides with your clothes behind your closet door
I am the green in the grass that bends back from underneath your feet
And I am the blue in your back-alley view where the horizon and the rooftops meet

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars
You can go anywhere you wish cause I?ll be there, wherever you are
?wherever you are

I will always meet your gaze
When we are lost in the Technicolor phase

I am the black in the book, the letters on the pages that you memorize
And I am the orange in the overcast, a color that you visualize
I am the white in the walls that soak up all the sound when you cannot sleep
And I am the peach in the starfish on the beach that wish the harbor wasn?t quite so deep

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors of the evening stars ?my darling
You can go anywhere you wish cause I?ll be there, wherever you are ?my darling
?wherever you are