Текст песни Руки вверх - Уходи
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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...
Where Do We Draw The Line (Poets Of The Fall Original)
Where should we draw the line? (translation of DarkPrincess from Moscow) i
On your palm an endless wonder
Lines that speak the truth without sound
In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger
Looks ready 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 she want?
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 she want?
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 she want?
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 she want?
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 free
Free to choose
This is my line
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On your palm are intricately intertwined
Lines silently telling the truth
In your eyes an insatiable hunger
Which is already looking for its 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 I don't think it will be anyway?
Tell me where we should draw the line.
Tell me where we should draw the line ...
The dance of lights and shadows in the street
Creates poetry that no one can hear
The weight of loneliness puts pressure on you
The cage around the bird is already 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 it matter what I see
If I don't think it will be anyway
Tell me where we should draw the line.
What is waiting for me tomorrow
What does matter what i see
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 was setting
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 matter what i see
If I don't think it will be anyway,
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 ...
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