Nastya, Nastya.
Her name was gentle by Nastya, her girl is cute,
Bird of playful circled, she was in love.
Her eyes were so shone, but something brown it,
She melt so dreamed of the cold heart my.
Nastya, Nastya, I want to hug you,
I know not to understand love, but your cilia is so mounted.
Nastya, Nastya for pain, sorry forgive,
Forgive me and let me go, everything is not sad.
No name Nastya Beautiful, no girl Nastya Miley,
No Nastya with me more near, there is no happiness among gray days.
Where are you nice Nastya, where your heart knocks yours,
To whom his knock gives happiness, let the happiness do not go out.
From Vinokurov Vladimir 2013
R Radiovov @ Records and microphone-lamp production 2015