8 from Plastmassa by Plastmassa

Sad, sleepy days
Everything froze to a blizzard
Only the lanterns are on
The drops froze
Our windows are empty
We tore up the bridges
It's cold to the point of nausea
In this apartment

Summer is followed by autumn
The wind sings yellow songs to her
Leaves lay red under your feet
Fly like a white snowflake into the blue

Into the blue
Into the blue
Into the blue
Into the blue

There are only walls and us
The old doors are deaf
They're just knocking from the inside
Kamchatka pipes
The courtyard gradually faded away
I see someone's full face
The rain is humming for us
The music of the sky

Summer is followed by autumn
The wind sings yellow songs to her
Leaves lay red under your feet
Fly like a white snowflake
Into the blue
Into the blue
Into the blue
Into the blue
Hey

• Pop
• electropop
• electropoprock
• indie
• indie pop
• indie rock
• pop rock
• synthpop
• synthwave
• Russia