Гриша Ванюшкин - Настя
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to whom the bell tolls
and a sickle over a hammer
they lead us all the time
they lie to us about it
and turn on the lights
they'll leave us alone
the clock is silent
the clock is screaming

don't go
you are my magnet
for luck
stay

for whom the Bell Tolls
we're still young
and the blood boils for a long time
and the mind is asleep
the lights came on
finally we are alone
the clock is silent
the clock is screaming

don't go
you are my magnet
for luck
stay
Nastya
Nastya
Nastya