ПОШЛАЯ МОЛЛИ - Lil Ansty - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Nastya-Nastya, give me your hand so as not to fall to me

to this gloomy and so not tasty city of death, where there is gunpowder, and the water is dirtier than rabble, but even here I hear this smell of lilacs, which made you a red spring sky.