Текст песни ПОШЛАЯ МОЛЛИ - Настя

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, who made you with a red Spring Sky. Even here I hear this smell of Lilac, who made you with a red Spring Sky.