Good night, Lugansk, the autumn city sleeps under a blanket of fog.
And the moonlight glides across the roofs and courtyards.
How quiet everything is, my soul is full of memories.
But the heart is not tormented by grievous reproach. Let the wind whisper something in the crowns of old linden trees.
Let the rain sometimes knock on the windows at random -.
This moment is dear to me, and this quiet squeak,
And this sleepy, affectionate, dear sunset. Sleep, Iri, in the arms of the silent night,
May you dream of summer and warmth.
And I will stay here, with a quiet soul,
In autumn, twilight is kind and peaceful. 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.