Хочу к тебе [Khochu k tebe] [English translation]

[Verse 1: Basta]

Forgive me for everything, for everything that was wrong

I burned in this fire and unnoticeably burmed to the ground in it

Indetectably my heart began to grow stale

At the finish line was the first, but alone

Forgive me for being categorical and straightforward

I lost as an actor, as a screenwriter, as a playwright

Sorry for the accuracy, my arrows always hit the target

Your heart has taken each, giving - for me the love was mutual

I would gladly rewind the tape to the very beginning.

Where we were happy, I miss it

I own the keys, but someone at your doors changed the l locks

And I put this ringtone on all incoming calls

[Hook: Basta]

I want to see you! I want to see you!

In a series of gray days

Here at the very bottom

I scream to the dark:

I want to see you! I want to see you!

In a series of gray days

Here at the very bottom ...

[Verse 2: Basta]

No, do not throw the pain out of yourself, as we do not to throw out these words from the song

This track will be the curse of all the public about love

And you already got into this loop, putting the track on the repit

The Eighth of March, fuck, my love R.I.P

Tired of war, of defeats and of victories (hell at lunch) - I am fleeing

Love is my cross, please take me off the crucifix

And I wanted to break up with you about five times, and for sometime I wasn’t sleeping

In the solar plexus area, a bit west

Where my heart is trapped

Eight thousand raging souls scream in the concert hall

And this hall sings in me

[Hook: Basta]

I want to see you! I want to see you!

In a series of gray days

Here at the very bottom

I scream to the dark:

I want to see you! I want to see you!

In a series of gray days

Here at the very bottom

[Verse3: Basta]

Our island paradise is now the Atlantis

And for me nothing shines with you my Lolita

I was thrown on your shore like a dolphin flipper

I'm stuck in a color clip, and like a hippie in a trip.

For you, this is too much, for me, the embroidery in our closet

“Skillet” sold out, on ticket skiletov - sold out

This love struck me, a blow on the sneaky ghost

It is sewn with white thread and all in uneven stitches.

My love for you in these banal “sucker” rhymes

God, forgive me, I'm not on purpose

Just hap

You say that I have no guts for such love

Well, I am going to jump, catch ...

[Hook: Basta]

I want to see you! I want to see you!

In a series of gray days

Here at the very bottom

I scream to the dark:

I want to see you! I want to see you!

In a series of gray days

Here at the very bottom

• Artist:Basta