Platon Karataev piosenki

You can call it anything, but that was love When we were happy just because we shared the blanket. You can call it what you want You can call it anything, but that was love. That was pure Love. Elevator rides were always awkward only For those around us...

For her I would fly the mountains over But she wears other guys’ pullovers. I’m a bird stuck in a light trap She derides my embittered flaps. Who’s brave enough to leave the spark? Who dares to fly into the dark To the endless emptiness, To the vacan...