My condition is called "an autumn,"
My soul is wrapped by necessary and unnecessary attachments,
I won't believe that it was you who ruined everything.
All right, if I'll say: "come back", will it matter?
When the soul isn't in the body.
I agree, I'm grieving - should I be ashamed?
If the one who leaves doesn't get upset,
What can the one who stays do
The heart says: don't play proud, you need her.
The right thing to do is to accept this,
Fill the suitcase,
And leave, sometimes it's necessary to do,
Without turning back.
Besides, there is pain behind you,
There are memories behind you,
They'll tear you apart, if memories are painful, they'll fray you.
I agree, I'm grieving - should I be ashamed?
If the one who leaves doesn't get upset,
What can the one who stays do
The heart says: don't play proud, you need her.
All right, if I'll say: "come back", will it matter?
When the soul isn't in the body.
The right thing to do is to accept this,
Fill the suitcase,
And leave, sometimes it's necessary to do,
Without turning back.
Besides, there is pain behind you,
There are memories behind you,
They'll tear you apart, if memories are painful, they'll fray you.