"Radio," is a Burmese hip hop song about the struggle of grappling with unresolved emotions, reliving memories, and holding on to fading hope while facing the harsh reality of moving forward
Radio (ရေဒီယို)
Artist:
G-Fatt,Wink
Album:Radio
Genre:Hip Hop, Rap
When to listen:When you're reflecting on past love, feeling nostalgic, and tuning into the memories like an old radio playing moments.
Lyrics
Like it was in the past, like before,
I still hope, even if I'm alone.
I dreamt of it yesterday,
Like before, she came back.
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These stains are hard to erase.
Nothing seems to get better; every day feels burdened.
(Every day feels burdened) Yeah x Yeah
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These edges that are hard to erase.
It seems nothing will ever be resolved.
Nothing will be resolved, girl.
The birds from the north,
Fluttering wings, signaling a stormy presence.
With a small cup of drink, I gaze westward,
At a small home on the mountain,
Feeling the cool breeze as the clouds fill the room.
Outside the house, with no wood to burn,
The wind was harsh; I wrapped myself, aching with longing.
Come for a while and suffer instead of me.
On the top of eastern peaks,
I’d ride a horse again,
In the middle of Inle lake where we once fought,
One day, You will know the feelings of longing.
Today, I captured this longing into a song.
Like it was in the past, like before,
I still hope, even if I'm alone.
I dreamt of it yesterday,
Like before, she came back.
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These stains are hard to erase.
Nothing seems to get better; every day feels burdened.
(Every day feels burdened) Yeah x Yeah
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These edges that are hard to erase.
It seems nothing will ever be resolved.
It's hard to think about,
Oh, you dare to leave me behind.
At the evening where the clouds meet,
The hardest part is being alone.
Silent evenings,
The far-reaching horizon,
Flowers that never wither,
Yet here I am, alone in the end.
Entangled like a spider’s web,
You tore apart my life.
When the pollens fade, did you leave again?
The blossoms that never look back.
On the balcony, I sprawled out,
Counting stars,
Till dawn breaks.
This body, surrounded,
Trembles faintly,
The softest strands of hair.
Before the light of dawn's angelic glow, love,
I burrowed deep in your jacket,
I journeyed non-stop, like a train.
It will be awkard when the villagers awake.
I journeyed non-stop, like a train.
It will be awkard when the villagers awake.
If fog veils this mountain crest,
As snowflakes shimmer and the wind stirs,
A tale of a girl who shunned bathing,
I composed a song about her.
Thinking I do not love as much,
don't leave me like blown dry leaves,
When you talk of parting ways,
Like a dimming bulb in a dark room,
My light's energy fades with your words.
You left me and ran way to the golden lands,
Near the village’s aging pagoda,
I prayed from dusk to dawn,
Retracing the same winding path.
Oh, beloved radio, whom I cherish.
Like it was in the past, like before,
I still hope, even if I'm alone.
I dreamt of it yesterday,
Like before, she came back.
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These stains are hard to erase.
Nothing seems to get better; every day feels burdened.
(Every day feels burdened) Yeah x Yeah
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These edges that are hard to erase.
It seems nothing will ever be resolved.
I still hope, even if I'm alone.
I dreamt of it yesterday,
Like before, she came back.
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These stains are hard to erase.
Nothing seems to get better; every day feels burdened.
(Every day feels burdened) Yeah x Yeah
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These edges that are hard to erase.
It seems nothing will ever be resolved.
Nothing will be resolved, girl.
The birds from the north,
Fluttering wings, signaling a stormy presence.
With a small cup of drink, I gaze westward,
At a small home on the mountain,
Feeling the cool breeze as the clouds fill the room.
Outside the house, with no wood to burn,
The wind was harsh; I wrapped myself, aching with longing.
Come for a while and suffer instead of me.
On the top of eastern peaks,
I’d ride a horse again,
In the middle of Inle lake where we once fought,
One day, You will know the feelings of longing.
Today, I captured this longing into a song.
Like it was in the past, like before,
I still hope, even if I'm alone.
I dreamt of it yesterday,
Like before, she came back.
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These stains are hard to erase.
Nothing seems to get better; every day feels burdened.
(Every day feels burdened) Yeah x Yeah
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These edges that are hard to erase.
It seems nothing will ever be resolved.
It's hard to think about,
Oh, you dare to leave me behind.
At the evening where the clouds meet,
The hardest part is being alone.
Silent evenings,
The far-reaching horizon,
Flowers that never wither,
Yet here I am, alone in the end.
Entangled like a spider’s web,
You tore apart my life.
When the pollens fade, did you leave again?
The blossoms that never look back.
On the balcony, I sprawled out,
Counting stars,
Till dawn breaks.
This body, surrounded,
Trembles faintly,
The softest strands of hair.
Before the light of dawn's angelic glow, love,
I burrowed deep in your jacket,
I journeyed non-stop, like a train.
It will be awkard when the villagers awake.
I journeyed non-stop, like a train.
It will be awkard when the villagers awake.
If fog veils this mountain crest,
As snowflakes shimmer and the wind stirs,
A tale of a girl who shunned bathing,
I composed a song about her.
Thinking I do not love as much,
don't leave me like blown dry leaves,
When you talk of parting ways,
Like a dimming bulb in a dark room,
My light's energy fades with your words.
You left me and ran way to the golden lands,
Near the village’s aging pagoda,
I prayed from dusk to dawn,
Retracing the same winding path.
Oh, beloved radio, whom I cherish.
Like it was in the past, like before,
I still hope, even if I'm alone.
I dreamt of it yesterday,
Like before, she came back.
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These stains are hard to erase.
Nothing seems to get better; every day feels burdened.
(Every day feels burdened) Yeah x Yeah
The dawn turns to dusk with your thoughts,
These edges that are hard to erase.
It seems nothing will ever be resolved.