I’m not afraid of the Apocalypse, I am afraid you don’t love me anymore / 4.33

When the world is falling apart and is hugged by fire and fog, when your fingers are leaving mine — what will be left? Will we meet again in different forms? Let's celebrate the end, let's have a farewell party. Say you love me eternally for tonight. Tribute to Boris Bernaskoni and Ilya Yashin.