Текст песни Василина Буцкевич - Романс

The leaf turns pale before the eyes,
I want to write to you all,
That will wash away with tears
About what I'm screaming about.
What was, is gone; dear-
Something that cannot be forgotten
Or maybe strange, wonderful,
But what I managed to love.
It hurts me to remember those
Whom she rejected, changed,
They are forever my grave sin,
Which I have not redeemed.
I don't appreciate someone else's hugs
Emotions tender, sensitive words,
At night I pour a bunch of curses
Ambassadors for sinners-love.
I was left alone, and what ?!
The world is only painted black
I'm shaking-frost on my skin
The white light must have faded.
But it’s me, I’m to blame!
I despised the souls of those
Who did not want to pay me back,
Who took my sin on himself ...