here i am waiting for my true love to come when the storm s melting to have rest in my arms under my windows white flowers grow through the rye meadow he ll come i know oh oh oh oh what if he comes here with gun in his hands i will have no fear and i never had i will fall deeply into his caress then he ll be sleeping upon my chest la la da la da la la la la da la da la la la la la da la da da la la da la da da la da da da da da promise i ll be waiting but if he comes too late remember me but forget about my fate
['russian indie', 'russian shoegaze']