t.A.T.u. - All The Things She Said
First listen on the highway in Bavaria, returning from Munich, late summer of 2002. It was raining.
It's incredible how many radios play classical music in Germany; when you come across the first station that plays something different, there's an urge to stop. Whatever they play.
Soon enough, the bombardment hit us too, despite (or thanks to?) the barrage of boos after the kiss at the Festivalbar.
An eternal piece, a story of Russian pop (which indeed has its own story, of course).
First listen on the highway in Bavaria, returning from Munich, late summer of 2002. It was raining.
It's incredible how many radios play classical music in Germany; when you come across the first station that plays something different, there's an urge to stop. Whatever they play.
Soon enough, the bombardment hit us too, despite (or thanks to?) the barrage of boos after the kiss at the Festivalbar.
An eternal piece, a story of Russian pop (which indeed has its own story, of course).
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