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
Где нам стоит провести черту?
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...
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
Where should we draw the line?
On your palm intertwine
Line , silently telling the truth
In your eyes, insatiable hunger ,
Who are already looking for their prey
So, why do we continue to play charades ?
And how do you know whether to go or just wait?
That tomorrow is waiting for me?
How important is it that I see ,
If I think still will not ?
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 can hear
Weight loneliness weighs on you
Cage around the bird already built
So why do not we join the masquerade
Before all is not disintegrated , until love swallowed us
That tomorrow is waiting for me?
Does it matter what I see
If I think still will not
Tell me where we should draw the line
That tomorrow is waiting for me
How important is it that I see
If we still remain blind?
Tell me where we should draw the line
Tell me where we should draw the line ...
Where is the cool breeze ?
Where evergreen field?
Where the open arms of my mother ?
Where the lion heart of my father ?
As if the sun had set
And now sleeps on the other side of the earth
With shades of brown autumn
To those who never sad ...
So why do we continue to play charades ?
And how do you know whether to go or just wait?
That tomorrow is waiting for me?
How important is it that I see
If I think still will not ,
Tell me where we should draw the line .
Whatever wishes from me tomorrow ,
At least I'm here, and free,
Free to choose whether to see the signs
This - my hell ...
