ПОШЛАЯ МОЛЛИ - Настя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Nastya-Nastya, give me a hand to not fall to me

In this, gloomy and so not a delicious city of death, where gunpowder, and water is dirtier in black. Even here I hear this smell of lilac, which made you with a red sky spring. Even here I hear this smell of lilac, which made you with a red sky spring.