Жаман, John - Линии на руках
текст песни

Do you want to know what happens next?
See and understand the line of fate.
What? When? Who will be destroyed?
Who tolerates you for the sake of metal, and who simply loves you?
The palms know, the eyes see, the heart doesn't believe.
But we can always choose any shore.
To go wherever we want and be free.
No one knows when the palms will become cold.
We are tied to things like a leash.
Seven billion paths tied in a knot.
We know perfectly well to whom and what we owe.
Although so different, we are tarred with the same brush.
Everyone believes that they know and knows that they believe.
But everyone will measure this life for themselves.
Around lines, numbers, signs.
But I really don't want to think about the inevitable fear.
Lines are drawn on hands at random.
The blue emptiness of contour maps.
A line, parallel or meridian.
Despite fate, I will draw myself.
Lines are drawn on hands at random.
The blue emptiness of contour maps.
A line, parallel or meridian.
Despite fate, I will draw myself.
Be patient, wait until Tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow will become today
Everything is running along the rails somewhere
Maybe to heaven, maybe to hell
Twist, spin the spindle
Surprise me with a new day
To Pripyat, to Waterloo
It's unlikely that anyone will be ready
And I dream of only one thing
To bring happiness to my home
And fate with its knife
Draws lines on the wrist

Lines on the hands are drawn at random
The blue emptiness of contour maps
A line of parallel or meridian
Despite fate, I will draw myself
Lines on the hands are drawn at random
The blue emptiness of contour maps
A line of parallel or meridian
Despite fate, I will draw myself