Ты моя черная роза в горном серпантине

You know... They say flowers only grow where there is sun.
But you are different. You blossomed on the very edge of the abyss.
I look at this turn... and I don't know what's there.
Maybe death, maybe your eyes.
Let's go.


The needle hit one-forty, the engine roars like a beast,
On the left — a wall of rock, on the right — a closed door.
Fog, like a gray-haired old man, wraps the mountain pass,
I have traveled so many roads, but never knew one like you.
Headlights cut through the darkness, searching for your silhouette,
In this deep night, you are my only light.
Blood boils like tea on coals, pounding in my temples,
Who hasn't loved like this, better stay silent.

Припев
You are my black rose on the mountain serpentine,
Blooming alone on the rocks, like in a painting.
Fate winds sharply, like this track,
But if I fall into the cliff — it’s only for you.
Ay, black rose, thorns — sharper than steel,
We are two souls that flew over the abyss.
Let the brakes screech, let the rubber burn,
You are my dangerous poison, you are my peak.


The air here is so thick you could cut it with a knife,
Want to forget everything, want to just disappear.
But the wind brought the scent of your hair into my cabin,
And I take the risk, not as a joke, but for real.
Others seek peace, seek simple paths,
But for me, Jana*, just to reach you is walking on a blade.
This serpentine forgives nothing if the hand trembles,
But love for you, believe me, is deeper than the clouds.


 The lights of Baku are left somewhere down there, far away,
Breathing at this altitude has become hard for me.
But I won't hit the brake, I won't turn back,
Your gaze, blacker than night — is both heaven and hell for me.

Припев
You are my black rose on the mountain serpentine,
Blooming alone on the rocks, like in a painting.
Fate winds sharply, like this track,
But if I fall into the cliff — it’s only for you.
Ay, black rose...