will and what will be gen.

[alvft]

Как бы Вы перевели:
On a wire between will and what will be

Контекст:

Just a still town girl on a Saturday night, lookin' for the fight of her life
In the real-time world no one sees her at all, they all say she's crazy
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life
She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before

On the ice-build iron sanity is a place most never see
It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it
You work all your life for that moment in time, it could come or pass you by
It's a push of the world, but there's always a chance
If the hunger stays the night

There's a cold connective heat, struggling, stretching for defeat
Never stopping with her head against the wind

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she's dancing like she's never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she's dancing like she's never danced before

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She's a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she's dancing like she's never danced before

(Michael Sembello, Maniac)

[AMOR 69]

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

Может разрезать тебя как нож - дар на огненном канате между желанием и тем, что будет.

Вот такая чепуха вышла.

[witness]

... почитайте пьесу Фрэнсиса Бэкона "Гамлет" .... там этот вопрос рассматриватеся очень подробно ... прямо в лоб ... will be or not will be - that is the question... как щас помню ...

[Sluvik]

Ф. Бэкон написал только вторую половину Гамлета. Первую написал К. Марло

[Olga100]

чуть интерпретирую версию AMOR69 (если позволите): Как нож, тебя может разрезать дар, вспыхнувший огнем на нитях, соединяющих желание и то что будет. Хотя, впрочем, тоже корявенько....