paishla, i feel sorry for the ashes, fogs, and dust.distances of the past, i'm crazy, i'm crying to the self-made zvinitsi zvinitsi. paishla, you’ll never come back, alesya! be smug, be rude, be! i'm flocking to the rostans of the past, asap! to the self-made lizards, the ring of lamentation, the constant bell of the link of the eye of may, to the self-made lizards, the bell and cry. good evening, dear daughter, where are you going, tell me the truth, where will you live, good evening, dear daughter, where are you going, tell me the truth, where will you live, i live the lyavechanka ravat, who have forgotten the hut of the villains, i live for rivers for water. i pastaul the horses kala varot, i myself will go to hell, the devil's daughter, the devil, i will not honor my own blood, i won't kill the devil's door for you. because you're going to start the whole night, i well, i won’t have faith in you, because you will press the night, oh, i won’t, i won’t, i won’t, i’ll pay for a month, oh, i won’t , i won’t, i won’t, i’ll pay for a mont