More songs by Ivan Dorn
Description
The river of memory flows as it pleases, changing course, leading far away, then returning, as if checking if it has healed. Everything seems to have calmed down, but just one look into the eyes of new love and the salty betrayal of the past quietly resurfaces from within. Tears are like an old password that your fingers remember without prompting. The music breathes with the weariness of trying to forget and the warmth that still lives somewhere beneath the skin. It feels like someone is singing softly about you while you pretend to just be listening to the radio.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Зааа сет сверху помнит, как мы любили.
Леса, сосны знают, куда ходили. Мы были снами и бестолковыми лицами.
Снится мне, что я еду к маме, а между нами пусто, река меняет русло.
И вроде любовь возникла, но потекли слезы снова.
Наверное, ты не привыкла еще целовать другого.
И прошлое вроде стихло, но потекли слезы снова.
Наверное, ты не привыкла еще целовать друго--
Мне можно со мной не вспоминать о прошлом.
Давни случаи, где мы уже сами лавировали и ревновали к каждому.
Важно ли, что я еду к маме, а между нами пусто, река меняет русло.
И вроде любовь возникла, но потекли слезы снова.
Наверное, ты не привыкла еще целовать другого.
И прошлое вроде стихло, но потекли слезы снова.
Наверное, ты не привыкла еще целовать другого.
Вроде любовь возникла, но потекли слезы снова.
Наверное, ты не привыкла еще целовать другого.
И прошлое вроде стихло, но потекли слезы снова.
Наверное, ты не привыкла еще целовать другого.
Другого.
English translation
Zaaa set from above remembers how we loved.
The forests and pines know where they went. We were dreams and stupid faces.
I dream that I am going to my mother, and between us it is empty, the river is changing its course.
And love seemed to arise, but tears flowed again.
You're probably not used to kissing someone else yet.
And the past seemed to calm down, but the tears flowed again.
You're probably not used to kissing others yet...
I don't have to remember the past with me.
There are long-standing cases where we ourselves maneuvered and were jealous of everyone.
Does it matter that I’m going to my mother, but between us it’s empty, the river is changing its course.
And love seemed to arise, but tears flowed again.
You're probably not used to kissing someone else yet.
And the past seemed to calm down, but the tears flowed again.
You're probably not used to kissing someone else yet.
It seemed like love arose, but tears flowed again.
You're probably not used to kissing someone else yet.
And the past seemed to calm down, but the tears flowed again.
You're probably not used to kissing someone else yet.
Another.