Текст песни Руки Вверх - Уходи
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Where Do We Draw the Line (оригинал Poets Of The Fall )Где нам стоит провести черту? (перевод DarkPrincess из Москвы ) i
On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade
And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line
Tell me where do we draw the line...
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage already there around the bird
So why don't we join the masquerade
Before it falls apart before our love becomes insatiate
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If I can't choose my own design
Tell me where do we draw the line
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line
Tell me where do we draw the line...
Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
Where's my father lionheart
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves
So why do we keep up this charade
And how do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If it can't be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line
Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose to see the sign
This is my line
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На твоей ладони причудливо переплетаются
Линии, беззвучно говорящие правду
В твоих глазах неутолимый голод,
Который уже ищет свою добычу
Так, почему мы продолжаем играть в шарады?
И как понять, следует ли уйти или просто ждать?
Что завтрашний день ждёт от меня?
Какое значение имеет то, что я вижу,
Если по-моему всё равно не будет ?
Скажи мне, где нам стоит провести черту
Скажи мне, где нам стоит провести черту...
Танец огней и теней на улице
Создаёт поэзию, которую никто не услышит
Вес одиночества давит на тебя
Клетка вокруг птицы уже сооружена
Так почему бы нам не присоединиться к маскараду
Прежде, чем всё не рассыпалось в прах, пока любовь не поглотила нас
Что завтрашний день ждёт от меня?
Имеет ли значение то, что я вижу
Если по-моему всё равно не будет
Скажи мне, где нам стоит провести черту
Что завтра ждёт от меня
Какое значение имеет то, что я вижу
Если мы всё равно останемся слепы?
Скажи мне, где нам стоит провести черту
Скажи мне, где нам стоит провести черту...
Где же прохладный ветерок?
Где вечнозеленое поле?
Где раскрытые объятья моей матери?
Где львиное сердце моего отца?
Как будто солнце закатилось
И теперь спит по ту сторону земли
С бурыми оттенками осени
С теми, кто никогда не грустит...
Так почему мы продолжаем играть в шарады?
И как понять, следует ли уйти или просто ждать?
Что завтрашний день ждёт от меня?
Какое значение имеет то, что я вижу
Если по-моему всё равно не будет,
Скажи мне, где нам стоит провести черту.
Что бы ни хотело от меня завтра,
По крайней мере, я здесь, и свободен,
Свободен выбирать, видеть ли знаки,
Это - моя черта...
Перевод песни
Where Do We Draw the Line (the original Poets Of The Fall)Where should we draw the line? (translation of DarkPrincess from Moscow) i
On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without a sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Already looks for prey to run down
So why do we keep up this charade
And how do we tell the time to wait
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If it can not be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line
Tell me where do we draw the line ...
The dance of flames and shadows in the street
Make poetry nobody's ever heard
The weight of loneliness stands on your feet
The cage is there
So why do not we join the masquerade
Before it falls apart before our love becomes insatiate
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If I can not choose my own design
Tell me where do we draw the line
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If we all walk behind the blind
Tell me where do we draw the line
Tell me where do we draw the line ...
Where's the cooling wind
Where's the evergreen field
Where's my mother's open arms
Where's my father lionheart
S'like the sun's gone down
Sleeps in the hallowed ground now
With the autumn's browns leaves
With the one who never grieves
So why do we keep up this charade
And how do we tell the time to wait
What does tomorrow want from me
What does it matter what I see
If it can not be my design
Tell me where do we draw the line
Whatever tomorrow wants from me
At least I'm here, at least I'm free
Free to choose to see the sign
This is my line
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At your palm, weirdly intertwine
Lines that speak the truth silently
In your eyes, an insatiable hunger,
Who is already looking for his prey
So, why do we continue to play charades?
And how to understand whether to leave or just wait?
What is tomorrow waiting for me?
What does it matter what I see,
If in my opinion still not be?
Tell me where we should draw the line
Tell me where we should draw the line ...
Dance of lights and shadows on the street
Creates poetry that no one will hear
The weight of loneliness weighs on you
A cage around the bird has already been built
So why do not we join the masquerade
Before everything did not crumble to dust, until love swallowed us up
What is tomorrow waiting for me?
Does it matter what I see
If in my opinion still will not be
Tell me where we should draw the line
What is tomorrow waiting for me
What does it matter what I see
If we are still blind?
Tell me where we should draw the line
Tell me where we should draw the line ...
Where is the cool breeze?
Where is the evergreen field?
Where is the open embrace of my mother?
Where is my father's lion heart?
As if the sun had gone down
And now he sleeps on the other side of the earth
With brown shades of autumn
With those who never sad ...
So why do we continue to play charades?
And how to understand whether to leave or just wait?
What is tomorrow waiting for me?
What does it matter what I see
If in my opinion still not be,
Tell me where we should draw the line.
Whatever I want from me tomorrow,
At least I'm here, and free,
It is free to choose whether to see signs,
This is my feature ...