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