Snow is stretching by gramms and meters under my feet.
I’m pulled like by magnets to a simple answer.
White butterflies circle cautiously.
When would plane things stop to seem so complicated.
Right under the clouds
I soared, but for now
I’m gonna try to light up the stars.
Love doesn’t spare any beacons,
I got caught in its crosshairs.
I will send it two thousands telegrams...
The tears left unfamiliar tracks.
My poor heart beats, irregularly, for you.
My freezing hands are burnt by the wind.
Cool stylish girls are smiling.
Right under the clouds
I soared, but for now
I’m gonna try to light up the stars.
Love doesn’t spare any beacons,
I got caught in its crosshairs.
I will send it two thousands telegrams...
Right under the clouds
I soared, but for now
I’m gonna try to light up the stars.
Love doesn’t spare any beacons,
I got caught in its crosshairs.
I will send it two thousands telegrams...