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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 [x] · Все переводы автора · Распечатать перевод 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... |
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Where Do We Draw the Line (Original Poets Of The Fall)
Where should we draw the line? (DarkPrincess translation 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 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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In your palm bizarrely intertwined
Silently telling the truth
There is an insatiable hunger in your eyes
Who is already looking for his prey
So why do we keep playing charades?
And how to understand whether to leave or just wait?
What does tomorrow expect from me?
What does what I see matter
If in my opinion it will not happen anyway?
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 puts pressure on you
A bird cage has already been built
So why don't we join the masquerade
Before everything crumbled to dust, until love swallowed us
What does tomorrow expect from me?
Does what I see matter
If I don’t think it will be anyway
Tell me where we should draw the line
What tomorrow expects from me
What does what I see matter
Should we still be 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 are my mother's open arms?
Where is my father’s lion heart?
As if the sun had set
And now sleeping on the other side of the earth
With brown shades of autumn
With those who are never sad ...
So why do we keep playing charades?
And how to understand whether to leave or just wait?
What does tomorrow expect from me?
What does what I see matter
If I still don’t think so,
Tell me where we should draw the line.
Whatever you want from me tomorrow
At least I'm here and free
Free to choose whether to see signs,
This is my trait ...
