портреты - Acoustic

Eighteen is the age when the candles on the cake are blown out to the sound of rockets rather than fireworks. When instead of plans for tomorrow, there is a backpack that has become your only home. But even in this fragile reality, there is a stubborn hope: to meet in the spring, in May, in Kiev, as if there you can still simply love, share a cigarette, and not be afraid of the next scene. Bitter, bright, and honestly spine-tingling.

Composer: Zhanna Shatalova

Lyricist: Zhanna Shatalova