Good night, Lugansk tonight is dying over Lugansk,.
The wind blows leaves along the fences.
Autumn flies slowly,.
Revealing the old quiet garden. The day is over. The tea has been brewed for a long time.
And native voices are heard.
May this evening be given to you.
For warmth, peace, quiet. Let you dream about everything that is dear to your heart:.
Native house and path by the river.
May the night and sleep and strength return to you.
And sorrow will go away. Take care of yourself and your loved ones. Good night and good sleep. Sign up our chat our breed our bot actually in Lugansk AT MAX.