Лето как осень [Leto kak osen'] [English translation]
Лето как осень [Leto kak osen'] [English translation]
This summer is like autumn,
Soul asks for no oxygen,
But it acts as it wishes
While you, like the wind,
Are flying away...
No questions, after all
are of your concern,
Nerves corrode from inside
Feelings, that were
laid down as,
Hostages of the past...
All feelings are worn out,
Brinks of good are erased
And now our souls are emptied,
And there's no more flame
inside the bosom to kindle.
When the wind meets you,
When you scream where
are you,
When there'll be nothing to breathe in,
there'll be no escape
From the chest pain, it'll be late for us
whatsoever to decide.
These sleepless nights, so
summery,
You want it all your way,
If possible just to pluck all days,
Burn all calendars
But there's certainly no way.
Take away these screams of yours,
We are used to burn with
love,
Your mind is full of
thoughts,
A film can be made,
It's pity, that we are actors
no more...
This summer is like autumn,
Soul asks for no oxygen,
But it acts as it wishes
While you, like the wind,
Are flying away...
No questions, after all
are of your concern,
Nerves corrode from inside
Feelings, that were
laid down as,
Hostages of the past...
This summer we never
Woke up the neighbourhood
And in response silence, silence...
I was looking for you at bars,
I was surrounded by drunken
couples.
I was looking for you at pubs,
But I didn't find you there.
I memorised all stories,
By the wind I'll be taken but
where to?
Summer like autumn, all that
we built in life
Is carried away to distant lands.
October, November, December,
February
Take them away with you,
Take your autumn away,
My soul begs for summer...
This summer is like autumn,
Soul asks for no oxygen,
But it acts as it wishes
While you, like the wind,
Are flying away...
No questions, after all
are of your concern,
Nerves corrode from inside
Feelings, that were
laid down as,
Hostages of the past...
This summer is like autumn,
Soul asks for no oxygen,
But it acts as it wishes
While you, like the wind,
Are flying away...
No questions, after all
are of your concern,
Nerves corrode from inside
Feelings, that were
laid down as,
Hostages of the past...
Summer like autumn...
- Artist:Homie