Песня, которая разбудила во мне филолога и девушку, как это ни странно звучит. Сначала был интерес к переводу, потому что официально-дословный не устраивал. А потом... А потом пошли ассоциации и клип из воспоминаний. Песня сложилась как паззл, сама собой. Безумно красивая. До слез... Песня о нем и обо мне...Песня о нас...

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?

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 become 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?

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?

What ever 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...