Костёр [Kostyor] [English translation]

There is only the campfire and silence.

My hands warm you up.

Everyone is dispersed in a couple of houses.

Don't walk away, stay with me.

I will tell you, what my heart is pounding about.

A drunk boy, he is incorrigible.

Many people have their love that is in credit.

But mine without you, oh is such a pain.

There is only the campfire and silence.

My hands warm you up.

Everyone is dispersed in a couple of houses.

Don't walk away, stay with me.

I will tell you, what my heart is pounding about.

A drunk boy, he is incorrigible.

Many people have their love that is in credit.

But mine without you, oh is such a pain.

Oh such a pain, oh such an aching.

I am bending over, but it isn't the same for you.

Yes by a thread, little by little.

I am seeking for you, like the birds searching for seeds.

You are at the light and I am just a passer-by.

Apparently, people are looking for someone similar to them.

I could see you among thousands of campfires.

Well, we screwed up.

There is only the campfire and silence.

My hands warm you up.

Everyone is dispersed in a couple of houses.

Don't walk away, stay with me.

I will tell you, what my heart is pounding about.

A drunk boy, he is incorrigible.

Many people have their love that is in credit.

But mine without you, oh is such a pain.

My drunk heart

kind of started to beat,

Nevertheless, I feel like something is missing to

be falling in love with you.

We are looking for happiness somewhere,

even though it is so close.

With loving looks, with you close-by.

The whiskey is finished.

Tell me, what do you feel?

I want so much to make you happy.

You are trying to be someone and to speak nicely.

And you want, us to be silent ?

And you want, us to dance ?

Why did we light the fire that blow us out once again ?

And there is silence.

My hands warm you up.

Everyone is dispersed in a couple of houses.

Don't walk away, stay with me.

I will tell you, what my heart is pounding about.

A drunk boy, he is incorrigible.

Many people have their love that is in credit.

But mine without you, oh is such a pain.

But mine without you, oh is such a pain.

But mine without you, oh is such a pain.

• Artist:Klava Koka