lebanka dear, i wish i could shake my heart, i wish i could give you a gift, i would love me, i could the charnitsa, may the dear sun not come, that zatulіtsya yana. goyu, then a hundred shepchak for you like this, that zaturets, i ’m on your hand, then something like this for you, and no more, no more, patsalavac. any vusny vusny pasaladzelі minutay bees panalazelі. walking through your patched top, you feel the evening, you feel the evening, you feel the garden, on your thin shoulders, grazing the night at a time. here i am with you , i am enchanting with the fogs, i am completely shapatly washing, i am enchanting, i am enchanting, i am whimpering. i'm white, i'm ripe, at the distance of yours , you're whispering to me the words of hell that i'm whispering to you, evening, enchanted. seasoned may, here i am with you, in the fogs i enchant you, vasya, i wash you, i enchant, i enchant,