Rise by Origa.
Пока жива я могу стараться на лету не упасть,
Не разучиться мечтать… любить…
While I’m alive, I can try not to fall while flying
To learn how to dream, to love…
Calling, calling now, for the place of knowing
There’s more than what can be linked
Calling, calling now, never will I look away
For what life has left for me
This reminds me of her, my mentor, because everything about her was so beautiful and it hurt and there was an void in her that could not be satiated. She was everything dark, brooding, haunting and if you’re close to her, you’d feel like drowning sometimes or overwhelmed. She’d come to you in greater thought, greater angst. She was everything I wanted to be then and you remember a lot clumsier things you did in your life but then there’s a different story about her teeth sinking to your neck. If she was a song, she would exactly be this.