Осень [Osenʹ] [English translation]

My soul hurts from the loss.

I have faith, and so shall you.

One day, sadness will go away.

Spring will come, February will go away.

And I don't feel sorry in any way.

Ful throttle, pedal to the metal.

Stop time, stop sadness.

Fly away.

Fall broke out with its insane winds,

pouring rains, cold days, sleepless nights,

yellow leaves, strange thoughts.

Questions like shots seeking truth.

I am alone, longing for freedom.

Would that only the sky cared about me.

Destroying is not building, would that nobody argued with me.

You won't stop me reaching life through death.

You look at me, but there is cold in your eyes.

You want to be with me, but the city holds you back.

You're looking for a way, but I can't be held back.

I am free as a bird, I was born to fly.

I am hard to understand and hard to forget.

I am hard to lose and hard to love.

I keep losing you again and again.

I would give anything for you, for your love.

My soul hurts from the loss.

I have faith, and so shall you.

One day, sadness will go away.

Spring will come, February will go away.

And I don't feel sorry in any way.

Ful throttle, pedal to the metal.

Stop time, stop sadness.

Fly away.

Maybe someone will tell me I am wrong

and I live in illusions, in dreams.

Transcending fear, transcending pain,

I can hardly breathe, hardly live, my heart does not beat.

Stop! Wait for me a while

Stop! Sing for me, O distant road,

about the hardships ahead, the blowing wind.

Come what may, let heaven judge me.

And I will return to you with the melody of the steting sun.

And I will return without returning, isn't that strange?

The stars light my way home.

I tell you, it is never too late, not too early.

Tears flow, heaven cries.

I will wait if I must, I have time.

I tell you, I will not hurry you

to say the three most important words: I love you.

My soul hurts from the loss.

I have faith, and so shall you.

One day, sadness will go away.

Spring will come, February will go away.

And I don't feel sorry in any way.

Ful throttle, pedal to the metal.

Stop time, stop sadness.

Fly away.

My soul hurts from the loss.

I have faith, and so shall you.

One day, sadness will go away.

Spring will come, February will go away.

And I don't feel sorry in any way.

Ful throttle, pedal to the metal.

Stop time, stop sadness.

Fly away.

• Artist:Basta