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Когда я впервые услышала эту песню, нашла текст, то не могла оторваться от неё. Недели она у меня лежала в плейлисте, и сейчас, включая её, не могу остановить и ни разу не закрыть глаза во время её. И голос, и эмоции в нём, и музыка, и текст — текст, именно он ведёт за собой всё остальное и трогает сильно и глубоко. А голос солиста - самый красивый певческий голос, из всех, что слышала.

Poets Of The Fall - Where Do We Draw

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
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...

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 all 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...

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

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...

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