Берлин - Настя
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You light your TV
You will open all the windows post.
I smile at your whims -
Twelve nights ah Nastya, Nastya

Again, not tolerance, but you laugh
You confess love and cry,
When everything is simply uninteresting -
And you like to solve problems so much

I, leaving, lit a cigarette,
Your notebooks are scattered by the wind,
Different leaves rustle underfoot,
You look into the world with blue eyes.

I, leaving, lit a cigarette
Your notebooks are scattered by the wind,
Different leaves rustle underfoot,
You look into the world with blue eyes.

I, leaving, lit a cigarette,
Ah Nastya, Nastya
Your notebooks are scattered by the wind
Ah Nastya, Nastya
Different leaves rustle underfoot
Ah Nastya, Nastya
You look into the world with blue eyes ...