my share is my share, and you’re my little sakalochak, and you’re mine, little little frog, you won’t stop. share,

oh, share, my share, all the hour at the death of the magician, your life was ruined, at this hour’s hell, then i’ll leave, my share, my share, like life, like the light is not great, everything was already and pressed, this is the field, tsi ў... people who

will be with us, and what... the light of raja, who may grow with them, and the mountains are sorry for the demise and let the fathers dzitsyatsi, share and share.

praslavny na tsely belsvet, this is not the kind of thought you have in mind, do not give the guslars the color of gold,

the white choirs, the drunken noises, the mounds of soul. with yours, the prince’s harp, i don’t follow the law, the sky is on the right, the sir’s thought of may, the sun ’s eyes are in the hands of the rulers only of the region. bachysh prince corrals laces se naazhat im pakorny i only with harp sileni prince

karats galava so much you don’t get bored. only the thoughts of the lantsugami, glorious, formidable, are you, and your horam astrologer, who was the adzenzegil of the winter ice, the sirsa, like the gats of the sun, and... and the soul, like the skry of these skhovs,

look, you, the slain uladar on the pallet. srachni there sokh bachysh like a bludze, but what about chuty ab chym there? garaty pyae dzei, yak zhivuts getya people, look at lyokha's ...

hanging loop, the lace is spread out, this princess is yours, you set the table with a poisonous

cassette, the heavy metal has fallen, you work every day, you are soiled with white red wine, the house is full of tears, you choir page you to your wolf so sweet, and there was... a whole stone, this reminder of the slab from the current magics, this heart of the stoned flame, i love it.

it is necessary to be at home, it is necessary to be at home, not a state, if you become a soul. chess and stratsii holy shtostsі.

it was day after day of conversation. don’t forget, like the evil marozes, klyamka, fingers pyache, balyuchay, asshole on your steel,

you need to be a good time at home, you need to be a good one, not a state, so that you become a noble soul, and not

a saint. there are some things that need to happen.

light, where i am dying, in the white house,

i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i... i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, in land, bright prime wednesday. i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i, i am not

self-made, i am not self-made, i, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i am not self-made. it became lighter. i'm dying white home for blue perfume i am blue.

i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, i am not self-made, light, de i! i'm taking it with a new bike. so bukty,

dare the temple, i’m tearing everything up, it’s white. i am not predetermined, i am not predetermined, i am not self-sufficient,

the stealing light of my proy.

white house for this letter ukraine, smile , i’m cleaning our great house.

i love my land, calm and green, everyone is dozing on their feet by the stove, there are cheerful clothes above the huts, and the huts smell of argan bread, i know everything here and it hurts. forget-me-nots yes, yes, sadzitstsa is important busel on tapola, hell is lastavak and forests of truth, on the night of the floating sun, the sun is burning, the sky is clouded with fogs, the sacred, unimaginable thing that you don’t know on someone else’s land, so i love my land forever and i remember, and when the sun goes out yes, i will have a dream of skin with spatula and a loaf of

bread... my native aroma.

allocation to russian is a million people, sad locks, shchyrasyakuem mustaches. sometimes we step forward, hail our bright name to the land, hail the brotherly union of the peoples, our beloved mother, dear wife, live forever.