бешеные псы в рваных скафандрах
Goodbye.
Even if you can’t remember me, don’t cry, ok?
That’s a lie from a fairy tale land. The truth is I want you to cry just a little bit.
4am. A station that’s still dark.
I’m waiting for the first train.
Full of texts I can’t erase.
If I open my phone, a dream light.
Even if you can’t remember me, don’t cry, ok?
That’s a lie from a fairy tale land. The truth is I want you to cry just a little bit.
4am. A station that’s still dark.
I’m waiting for the first train.
Full of texts I can’t erase.
If I open my phone, a dream light.