Нижча зростом

It sounds as if a school yearbook has come to life and decided to remind us of the simplest but most memorable moments. A girl with a short bob, laughter in the courtyard, discos in gyms with peeling walls, and evenings when the lights go out too early, but your feet still lead you through the maze of streets. Everything is familiar, everything seems like yesterday - and at the same time, it's already forever in the past.

There are no complex metaphors in the song - only honesty and the repeated word ‘just,’ which is what makes it real. It sounds like teenage love: a little naive, a little funny, but so vivid that it becomes the yardstick for all subsequent feelings. Light, warm, like a blanket that smells of youth.