When love falls in autumn
Re agile tswalano ya segwera sa khutšo,
Bjale ke gare ga go kgetha—go fodiša pelo goba go go lebala.
Ke tšikitšano e boima ya tselabedi moyeng wa ka,
Ke leka go thabiša sekepe seo se rwelego maikutlo a ka.
Ke bothata bja go hloka tharollo, boemo bjo boima bja tsela,
Tselakgaoga ye e hlokang tšwelopele.
Nthwala o ntheše lefelong leo nka lebalang megokgo ye,
Ka gobane ke nlaba lerageng, ke hlobaela khutlong e fapanego.
Ke eme maharaneng a ditsela, ke hlokile leano,
Ke swere ka diatlha tše pedi ge legato la rena le kgaoga lefifing.
Nthwala o ntheše moo lethata le khutšago,
Pele molete wa lerato o mmeletša ka gare.
Ke nwelela lerageng le le tseneletšego, ke kweretšwa ke maemo,
Kgaogano e gare magareng, thulano ya batho ba ba sa dumelelaneng.
Ke tlamilwe ke tšhitiso e boima, efela ke leka go lokiša ka kgotlelelo,
Ke kwa kgatelelo ya lehuto, ke gofeletšwe meritini ya mothopo.
Ke tšhoganetšo ya ka pele, mmolai wa go se be le tšwelelo,
Ke wetše bothateng jo bo tseneletšego bja lerato.
Nthwala o ntheše lefelong leo nka lebalang megokgo ye,
Ka gobane ke nlaba lerageng, ke hlobaela khutlong e fapanego.
Ke eme maharaneng a ditsela, ke hlokile leano,
Ke swere ka diatlha tše pedi ge legato la rena le kgaoga lefifing.
Nthwala o ntheše moo lethata le khutšago,
Pele molete wa lerato o mmeletša ka gare.
Mawatla a bonolo a kile a mpefolela mošomo o boima,
Bjale kgato ye nnyane ke tšhošetšo ye e nthothomelšago.
Ke kgaotšo ya bothata, nako e bohlokwa le e fragile,
Lebaka le le kopana le phetšego lerageng la kgaogano.
Ditsela tše pedi tša go kopana lefifing...
Ke ema tsi...
Nthwala fela o ntheše lefelong leo...
Moo nka kgonang go lebala megokgo ye.
English translate
We built a bond on quiet kinship,
Now I’m torn between healing this heart or letting you fade.
Caught in a two-way storm, a heavy collision of the soul,
Struggling to steady the ship that carries what's left of me.
It’s a puzzle with no way home, the burden of a heavy road,
A shattered path where forward goes nowhere.
Take me to a place where I can forget these tears,
'Cause I’m drowning in the marsh, crying in an opposite corner.
Standing at the intersecting paths of fate, completely frozen,
Holding fast as our shared path unravels into the dark.
Take me where the noise turns quiet,
Before this pit of love swallows me whole.
I’m sinking in deep mud, mocked by every circumstance,
A rift straight down the center, two souls locked and refusing to yield.
Bound by a heavy rope, yet I keep mending the cracks with patient hands,
Feeling the tight grip of the knot, trapped in the shadows of the edge.
It's a sudden rush of need, a lethal snare with no escape,
Submerged in trouble, drowning in bitter broth.
Take me to a place where I can forget these tears,
'Cause I’m drowning in the marsh, crying in an opposite corner.
Standing at the intersecting paths of fate, completely frozen,
Holding fast as our shared path unravels into the dark.
Take me where the noise turns quiet,
Before this pit of love swallows me whole.
Once, a gentle whisper of sea winds could lighten the burden on my shoulders,
Now every small step feels like a minor scar that still makes me tremble.
It's a tight bottleneck of hardship, a delicate, fragile moment—
Just a fleeting reason, a single moment lost in the thick, inescapable mud.
Two paths crossing in the dark...
I stand completely still...
Just take me to that place...
Where I can finally forget these tears. wa Ditsela tša go Kgaoga
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