Orange Nights Songtext
von Platon Karataev

The leaves whisper autumn on this lonely night in Pest
This kind of love I found, though I hate and I detest
I′m sitting on a quay and waiting for the grace
I'm the Danube now, it floats on my surface

Those orange nights in Pest when I can′t rest
And I let all my feelings float away, both the worst and best and
Oh, those orange nights in Pest with the weight on my chest
Solitude, you're with me in the end, we salute as old friends
We salute as old friends


The rain is stuttering on the closed windows
My feelings are whirling like the leaves that the cold wind blows
And I ask the waves to wash the pain out of my heart
But we both know, my darling, that we shouldn't be apart

Those orange nights in Pest when I can′t rest
And I let all my feelings float away, both the worst and best and
Oh, those orange nights in Pest with the weight on my chest
Solitude, you′re with me in the end, we salute as old friends
We salute as old friends

Those orange nights in Pest when I can't rest
And I let all my feelings float away, both the worst and best and
Oh, those orange nights in Pest with the weight on my chest
Solitude, you′re with me in the end, we salute as old friends
We salute as old friends