Grif. A - Хью
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When will you arrive, my dear Hugh?
The gin has already been purchased and is waiting
And the degree on the windows tends to zero
And turns to ice
I really miss rainy autumn
You'll really like it
Take the Superjet and take off at eight o'clock sharp
Come to me!
Come to me!
Come to me!
Let them say, my dear Hugh
We'll drink until the morning
Every autumn tends to zero
This can't be changed
Will end with the blues of a sultry summer
This meeting is quite
While you're flying with your superjet
Come to me!
Come to me!
Come to me!