Апельсиновая баллада [English translation]

This city is woven of flowers,

Between the banks, gardens, bridges,

The girl stuck in time.

I think and who would tell me

That oranges fall in the dark,

Falling down steps at my feet.

The air stands, granite is strong,

But bitter levantine is already on the way.

Two at the window, red moon

Like an orange of your heart.

Here you lost the sisters who weaved the bedspreads,

Ah, were faithful to the leaves and inflorescences.

It would be where to return,

Wake up at once, straighten up,

And turn into a golden chamois*.

The air trembles, mirages lie

It's too hot in this swarm of bees.

Oh sister, believe, if you are my door,

I'll be your key.

I'll become your ...

Get up and go,

And come to me,

There is no more death.

Tabitha, get up and go,

Follow me and follow me from stone to stone.

Follow me, Tabitha.

This city is made of stones,

To guess that he is about me,

But somehow it was not up to that.

I think and who told him

How the Perseids are pouring into the darkness,

Bridge under feet - with coins.

The air trembles, mirages lie,

In this swarm of bees, am I not doomed?

And now, if you are my door,

I'll be your key.

The air floats, who is waiting for me?

I'm on my way, fast as levantine.

Two in the night, the wind is bitter.

Like an orange of your heart.

Like an orange of your heart.

Like an orange of your heart.

• Artist:Melnitsa
• Album:Манускрипт (2021)