Treci la nu [Перейди на нет] [English translation]

Chorus:

Your suffering does not touch me anymore

I was here before you

I don't care that it's burning you, that it's hurting you

If you'd like for us to meet again, make yourself an appointment

Your suffering does not touch me anymore

I was here before you

I don't care that it's burning you, that it's hurting you

If you'd like for us to meet again, make yourself an appointment

Verse 1

It doesn't hurt me, it doesn't burn me, it doesn't hold me back

It doesn't take me, it doesn't knock me out, it doesn't suit me anymore

Go to "no"

It doesn't gnaw at me, it doesn't break me, it doesn't weigh on me

It doesn't interest me anymore, I don't care anymore

I don't miss it, I'm not killing myself, it doesn't attract me

It doesn't call me, I don't want it anymore, it doesn't pull me anymore

You've gotten lost

It's not an expulsion, nor is it selfishness, it's not about me

About the soul which doesn't belong to you anymore

Go to "no," go to "no"

Chorus:

Your suffering does not touch me anymore

I was here before you

I don't care that it's burning you, that it's hurting you

If you'd like for us to meet again, make yourself an appointment

Your suffering does not touch me anymore

I was here before you

I don't care that it's burning you, that it's hurting you

If you'd like for us to meet again, make yourself an appointment

Verse 2:

Behave decently, where has your courage gone to?

You lost it around when you changed your entourage

And now that I'm doing well, you come looking for help

For regrets, I'll ask you to give me the copyright

Do you remember, not too long ago you were everything and I, nothing

You'd squeeze the dignity out of me, slowly, slowly and little by litle

But look how life gives it to you, look where you've ended up

Lesson number one, don't spit with your face turned up

Chorus:

Your suffering does not touch me anymore

I was here before you

I don't care that it's burning you, that it's hurting you

If you'd like for us to meet again, make yourself an appointment

Your suffering does not touch me anymore

I was here before you

I don't care that it's burning you, that it's hurting you

If you'd like for us to meet again, make yourself an appointment

• Artist:Irina Rimes