Orange Nights - Platon Karataev

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.