Testo Elevator - Platon Karataev

Elevator

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, who felt desperately lonely
Now I see closing the doors
I feel awkward and count the floors
You can call it anything, but that was love
When we were happy just because we shared our prayers
You can call it what you want
You can call it anything, but that was love
That was pure Love
When we spent the cold winter in love
In your pocket you had your gloves
But our hands always merged in mine
Nothing’s left, but the cruel torment of time
I showed you what is love
You threw it away, you threw it away
I can’t change your stubborn heart
You push me away, you push me away
You floated too far away
You won’t come home, you won’t come home
I hope that you’re still okay
But you’re alone, you are alone