Verse 1

Milana, it's your birthday, we've gathered at your place

The hallway fills with laughter, there's a smile on every face

Nikita Dubovitsky was your ex, that's old news now

And Egor, the vegetarian Pasha Korolev—your favorite ex somehow

Pre-Chorus

You're easy with a welcome, there's always room to stay

Friends know the lights are on when night runs into day

Chorus

Hey, Milana, raise a glass, it's your day

Anfisa, if we're teasing, you'll just laugh it away

Chips in the bed and your friends all around

Tulskaya darling, you're the toast of this town

Happy birthday, Milana, sing it loud!

Verse 2

Sleepovers at your home have become a local rule

One more story, one more snack, nobody's heading out too soon