More songs by Yuna
Description
Producer: Olmo Zucca
Lyrics and translation
Original
The sky is red, no filters can hide it.
Going underwater, still the sound high rises.
iPhone next to me, 5G, my brain is fried.
Miss the way it was before this life.
They tell me that it's fine, it's just a phase.
This time of the year it shouldn't rain.
In the back of my mind doesn't feel right.
Telling myself I should decide.
To live here or leave.
Live here or leave. Live here or leave.
Live here or leave.
The sky is red. The sky is red.
The sky is red.
The sky is red. The sky is red.
The sky is red.
Take a selfie, everything's okay.
They say it's fine, they're lying in 4K.
Take the bag, I'll see you at Paris Fashion Week.
The world's on fire while we fall asleep.
Don't watch the news, it's too depressing.
Can't handle it, I'm too messy.
Fake friends, they stress me. Designer bags, leather jackets.
Live one up, then mess me.
Live here or leave.
Live here or leave. Live here or leave.
Live here or leave.
English translation
The sky is red, no filters can hide it.
Going underwater, still the sound high rises.
iPhone next to me, 5G, my brain is fried.
Miss the way it was before this life.
They tell me that it's fine, it's just a phase.
This time of the year it shouldn't rain.
In the back of my mind doesn't feel right.
Telling myself I should decide.
To live here or leave.
Live here or leave. Live here or leave.
Live here or leave.
The sky is red. The sky is red.
The sky is red.
The sky is red. The sky is red.
The sky is red.
Take a selfie, everything's okay.
They say it's fine, they're lying in 4K.
Take the bag, I'll see you at Paris Fashion Week.
The world's on fire while we fall asleep.
Don't watch the news, it's too depressing.
Can't handle it, I'm too messy.
Fake friends, they stress me. Designer bags, leather jackets.
Live one up, then mess me.
Live here or leave.
Live here or leave. Live here or leave.
Live here or leave.