Platon Karataev - Orange Nights

Текст песни

The leaves whisper autumn
On this lonely night in Pest,
This kind of love I found
Oh, I hate and I detest.
I’m sitting on the quay
and waiting for the grace,
I’m the Danube now
with flotsam on my surface.
Those orange nights in Pest
When I can’t rest
And I let all of my feelings float away
Both the worst and the best.
Those orange nights in Pest
With weight on my chest
Solitude, you’re with me in the end,
we salute as old friends.
The rain is stuttering
On the closed windows
My feelings are whirling
Like the leaf that the cold wind blows.
And I ask the waves
To wash the pain out of my heart
We both know my darling
That we should not be apart.
Those orange nights in Pest
When I can’t rest
And I let all of my feelings float away
Both the worst and the best.
Those orange nights in Pest
With weight on my chest
Solitude, you’re with me in the end,
we salute as old friends.