she's on her way, and you're still jealous , listen, i'm here, signora, and what kind of torment am i enduring, you're coming, i love you, i'm just a victim of a sentence, my despod is my ancestral blood, and haven't i struggled enough? you're crying , no, something got into my eye, maybe love , it must be, yes, it's rushing out and wants to come out somehow, i'm leaving on a long journey, but my heart remains with you, what is your last order? in a moment, my chest aches, i’m leaving on a long journey. heart

remains with you, are you crying? no, something got into my eye, it’s painfully gnawing at me, my suffering will be maybe i’m glad to steal them from you, i collected some trinkets for you on the way, forgive everyone that i found worthless trinkets. take them to foreign lands and decorate your outfit, say this, they burn with the tears of a sorrowful diana.

the delight of the soul, lovely diana, will serve as an apology to the old man who runs up to you without a report, what’s the matter, dear count, from you alone, what the whole of naples knows was hidden , the news spread around everyone in a single moment, and i barely made my way through the crowd , hurrying here to quickly see what kind of son and what you are happy about, haven’t you already heard the story of how i sent my son and his uncle to malta soon after 20 years ago, and how he was taken prisoner, goler alipasha, someone told me about this grief of yours, and today holy heaven returned to me my son who escaped danger and death, sir, you gave me, believe me, great joy, in return, sir, i expect that you... give

me a son who serves and lives with you, his home, complete without participation. oh, if my mother could live to be happy, he serves me, who is this fabio, no, not fabio, this is teodoro, like theodore, yes. but how can this be, tell me, teodoro, count, your father, this one here, sir, let your honor think about what to think about, sir? the fact that

i will meet my death hour in your arms is an incomprehensible case, but my god, signora, teodoro, such an honorable gentleman, signore, i am lost from embarrassment, so i am your son, if i were not sure of it. “it would be enough for me to look into your face, i was not at all the same in my youth, i kiss your feet, i beg you, don’t say, i’m not myself, what a beautiful appearance, how majestically nature says that you heir of a valiant family, let's go, my son.

take into your possession your father's house and your father's wealth, enter the gates on which the coat of arms, the proudest in this kingdom, shines. senor, i had to today. to spain , to spain, excellent, spain, my embrace, count, i ask you, let teodoro fill up and come to you not in such clothes to give his son a duty, i don’t want him to leave here when it’s so crowded downstairs and so noisy, you say, as always reasonably, it hurts me to part with him for a moment, but so that he doesn’t get up again. cry, i'm leaving, asking you for one thing, so that before the night he enters my house, i give you my word, my son, goodbye, i kiss your feet,

ah, camilla, now it’s not a pity to die, handsome, your theodore, it’s terrible to even think about, and i’m afraid that i’ll lose my mind, us for half an hour, what can you say, fabie, miracles , now what will happen, the matter is clear, the owner is no longer inclined to sit with the dog on zena, the congress finally, and the cousin, and even if she burst,

now you won’t have to go, i, you won’t i want to sigh, i’m leaving on a long journey, but my heart remains with you, it amuses you, you funny? oh happiness, stop! no, and there will not be a happier woman in the universe than me! go, it’s time for you to get dressed, we’ll be waiting for you. i’ll go and have a look, my little girl, at her father, although no one has proven to me that he is right. so,

goodbye, dear count. countess. wait, what? how? what, and mercy, where my mistress does not answer like that, but your mercy forgets that from now on i am the master, but who am i, my wife must listen to me. “i have nothing more to wish for, wait, happiness is so expensive, he says, wait, wait,

in the midst of such noise of fun, friends are forgotten”? why do you think that i forgot about you? you didn’t want to inform us that your servant was such a great nobleman? you can know first hand that teodoro is count and my husband. wait, burdock, or whatever you call it?

you need as much as you need, just for today. where will you get a thousand from, so prepare the money, i’ll go get it, and i’ll hit you in the side, that’s what’s not enough for you, keep quiet about everything, listen, what have you done? look, it wouldn't end badly. oh, they gave thousands from nowhere for me to kill you. i'm

howling with sadness. if you had heard me, you would have given me twice as much as these fools. i am completely in the grip of torment and fear. after all , if the deception is revealed, i expect so many disasters for tristan that it will be even less bad. running around with such thoughts. you are the devil, who are you? let everything flow by itself , and then we see what will happen, the countess is coming, i ’m hiding, why didn’t you go to your father, sir, grave doubts oppress me, i decided to ask you again about the previous one, and permission to retire to spain.

and i am nobody, a poor little one, and my only father is my mind, my zeal for science, my pen, count louis recognized that i am his heir, and i could become your husband, live in complete happiness, in complete splendor, but my inner nobility does not allow me to deceive you so boldly, i am a person who is honest by nature, so i again ask permission to leave without offending my sign.

so that the soul may realize its hope, i will be your wife.

let's go, my son, to our old house, which has grieved for you for so long, let's go to the shelter where you

were born, while we are here, under this shadow of the count, i want to tell you that i am his wife. hit, harder, fortune, hit your wheel, nail golden, pontoon of bliss, i thought of taking one child, but i will respect it. what is the high meeting? i hope that no one, of course, will reveal theodore’s secret; with your permission, we will finish the story about the dog that lies in the hay.

the day will come, love will come to you, howl, without envy, where you shine it, you don’t know what’s ahead, return to the path of love, let’s not forget it. the day and hour will come, love will come to you without

hiding. to get away from her, no matter how you fight with her, no matter how much you cross her, she will take her toll, whether it will come like the dawn, whether it will come like a thunderstorm, you don’t know first, your eyes will be deceived... your eyes will lie to you, but your heart will not lie.

at night, the stars float into the distance along blue rivers, in the morning the stars go out without a trace, only the song remains with the person, the song, your faithful friend

forever. through the years, across distances, on any road to the side, you won’t say goodbye to the song, the song doesn’t say goodbye to you, our songs, we carry in our hearts from the cradle, songs. everywhere we go together, how many songs we have sung to our loved ones, how many more we will sing with you, through the years, across distances, at any

on the road to the side of any, if you don’t say goodbye, the song doesn’t say goodbye to you, the songs gathered us together with those whom i saw on the screen as a child, they told me you should not become famous, but now the raspberries are set to lead, the dome of the sky is tired will end, someone new will wake up under the sun, everything will begin again when it ends, but the song like love remains fierce. cold, cold, the song will warm you and me, on a hot day, it will be like water. the one who, the one who does not know how to listen to songs, songs, sing, will not be happy

never, through the years, across the distances, on any road aside, if you don’t say goodbye, the song doesn’t say goodbye to itself. you can't say goodbye to a song, a song doesn't say goodbye to itself, a song doesn't say goodbye to itself.

dear friends, we sincerely congratulate you. happy new year 2024 to you, we wish you much, much happiness. hello, dear spectators in the hall and tv viewers of the russia channel. we are pleased to welcome you to the main music festival song of the year. song of the year is a tradition that is impossible to imagine without. new year in our country. and we are glad. to be part of this tradition, we are the brilliant lera kudryavtseva, and the talented in everything, sergei lazarev! song of the year is taking place for

the fifty-second time, each time our festival brings the best artists, a full hall of spectators and unforgettable emotions. today they will sound from this stage. and the songs you love, which are collected on the basis of data from television, radio broadcasts, views on the internet, and of course, there will be premieres, all evening we have a concert orchestra conducted by the honored artist of russia nikolai ustyuzhanin. well, friends, are you ready? then we begin! seryozha , now you host so many television shows, at least you don’t confuse the costumes, where, what in what

today, but no, everything is fine, but what is this all about, you’re probably worried that i can replace you, right? no, i’m just warning you that now your co-host on one of the television projects will come out, but you never know your instinct will kick in and you’ll start getting people out of their seats at every song. oh, we love this, of course, but don’t worry when... kolya stage, he is focused only on himself , and i will never exchange you for anyone , you are irresistible, you are irresistible, music by vladimir voronin, words by mikhail voronin, stage people's artist of russia, nikolai baskov, raise your hands the most irresistible, you are irresistible, as in prima ballet, all the beauties of the world will dance in front of you, you are irresistible, even though you are vulnerable in your soul, as

the moon is beautiful above the earth at night. outside the window, the sun is waking up, it’s about to burst into my house, to wake me up, the ray doesn’t dare, my dear, who is sleeping in a sweet dream, i’ll whisper, i ’m your beloved, good morning, my joy. for you are blue in the clear sky, words are written in a white haze, you are irresistible, like in a ballet dancer. ima

, all the beauties of the world are attracted to you , you are irresistible, even if you are vulnerable to your soul, like the moon is beautiful, at night above the earth, you are irresistible, like a prima ballet, all the beauties of the world are attractive to you, you are irresistible, even if you are vulnerable to your soul, as the moon is beautiful , at night to the ground. when the evening approaches i'm looking forward to meeting you as i'm flying to you on the other side, so that

i can meet you halfway, you're irresistible, like being sick and prima, all the beauties of the world are fading in front of you, you are irresistible, even though you are vulnerable in your soul, like the moon is beautiful, at night above the earth, you are irresistible, like in the pimma ballet, all the beauties of the world will blurt in front of you. you are irresistible, even though vulnerable to the soul, like the moon is beautiful, at night on the ground, you are irresistible, even though vulnerable to the soul, like the moon is beautiful, at night above the earth, you are irresistible, nikolai vaskov,

irresistible, nikolai and verenitsa, fans with flowers, applause to the people's artist russia, nikolai baskov, thank you for your love, it’s a great honor to serve every viewer, the hall sings amazingly, come to we, we need talented people, thank you, nikolai baskov, lera, you know that the past year in russia was the year of the mentor teacher, so i want to ask you as a mentor. seryozha, tell me that i’m your first teacher, no, lerochka, if you were my teacher, i would never have finished school. so, wait, lazarus, what are you

doing here? is this a hint now about my intelligence or what? no, it’s just that if you were a teacher, i would come every day and say: valeria lvovna, you are like that beautiful. and i wouldn’t study, i would just compliment you every day every day. okay, then give our next performer a compliment. with pleasure. music by dmitry makarenko and kirill ermakov. words by kirill ermakov. the sun will rise. meet the scene, incredible, amazing. polina gagarina. i will kiss you quietly by the fire, i will blow out the candle in a loop, she is waiting again. full, behind drops

of ruby, i don’t want to tear off the leaves, the calendar, for midnight seconds, they burn so brightly, they reveal happiness, all parts of me, where tenderness is found, no matter what happens, no matter how things turn out, yes, you and i are indivisible, our sun will soon be ours. will rise, a bright tendon above the clouds, starting a new flight, we will become yaks for our beloved , soon our sun will rise, a bright color above the clouds, starting a new flight, we will rise for

our beloved, we are melting near the shore of our dreams, time blurs other people's traces, everything my words are infinitely pure, and it would not be otherwise, you can open my secret dreams, hold my hand from spring to spring, lift me beyond the limit. heights, it seems that this means that it would not it happened, no matter how it turned out, yes, you and i are indivisible, soon our sun will go down, bright

color above the clouds, starting a new flight, we will become for our beloved for centuries, soon our sun. will rise in bright color above the clouds, starting a new flight, we will stand for love, and now all together, hands up, remember that soon our sun will rise.

bravo, seryozh, how do you feel about the fact that now it’s fashionable to re-sing popular songs from the 2000s, you know, i feel good about it,

i re-sing my own at every concert songs from the 2000s, but the only drawback of this scheme is that there are performers whom you want to cover and won’t succeed, thank you, however, it’s very difficult to cover me, yeah, actually i’m... not about you, seryozh, but about our guest , who will now appear on this stage, the music from the elements of alexander yurpalov stabbed the heart, the stage, people's artist of russia, grigory levs, rushed into the dark. i threw myself under the water at my temple, i twirled two fingers, begging, the wind multiplied with me, my strength was preparing for

will, my soul was preparing for an unequal battle, my heart began to pound in my chest and began to boil. in my body, if we are alive, we will not die , if we do not die, then we will still sing, my heart stabbed in my chest, the blood died in my body, if we are alive, then we will get up, our best songs, you never know? how much has been measured out to me by god , have i lost in life , do i need to regret and grieve in full force, we began to fall,

we began to fall, we got up again , we languished, life was pulled, chained my heart in my chest, the blood boiled in my body, if we alive, we won’t die, if we don’t die, then we’ll still argue, my heart pounded. co -operate, the blood boiled in my body, if we are alive, then we stand our best, the heart of my chest stabbed, the blood began to boil in

my body, if we are alive, we will not die, if we do not die, then we will still sing, stabbed the heart, chest mine, the blood began to boil in my body, if we are alive, we will not die, if we do not die, then we will still sing, we... and we are still standing with you, my friend, our best songs, my best songs, happy new year, happiness and health to all. there is a person who knows something

about oleg’s disappearance, this is what i’m talking about you can’t decide, you need evidence, your revelations come to you when you are not ready for them, you think that you are the hunter, and he is the game, but if on the contrary, you cherish the secret. from january 2 on rtr, you are watching 100 to one, what is our task, open the whole scoreboard, we can handle it, if you ask, then with a catch, the name of which character from pushkin’s works everyone knows, how many will there be in the family? who at work

speaks a lot and loudly, if you differentiate, then with humor, i am an oak tree, chop, don’t pinch, problems with water, light, uh, housing and communal services, i don’t know what else, geometry, algebra, physics, chemistry, this is a set for a headache, god forbid, now beep, if you win, then hurray! 100 to one, tomorrow on rtr, this is for you, well, get some sleep, gentlemen, just a minute, attention, today is a big day, a big holiday, nah. “we haven’t seen each other for a long time, sovereign, white, well

, you know, for every cool fighter he’ll find an even cooler one, you fell in love with them, but who is good for you, your wife or your boys, don’t ask stupid questions now, they are still loved , you are responsible for your words, i am always responsible for my words, hero of my time, beauty, rapping"? the whole brigade, we’re just looking at the platform, he burst onto the stage like a fresh wind with a squadron of his songs, 55 years of the stage, my friends, 55 years, and i’ve already given up racing, i didn’t raise my hand to shoot,

my only one, with the wind engaged, just wait for me, through the rains they will protect, ay-ay, clear days, i leave it to myself, unstoppable, russia. 55 years of the stage, i wrote i write for our people, for you, for our country, we raise,

i thought it would be easy to forget you, leave and quietly

close the door behind you, but blow on it every time. in the morning everything is all over again, as if it were butto, where is your heart , where is mine, you can’t tell the difference, the whole world is for you because you need me, i thought it was love, but everything is much worse, i am deep in you, and you are even deeper in me , it's not you, it's me, disarmed, sweet taste, raspberry. on your cubes, you are my half the light in my eyes, lines on the palm, this is my love, now in the cold, then in the fire, and tomorrow will be night, the sweet taste of raspberries on your cubes, you are my half the light

in my eyes, lines on the palm , this is my love. now into the cold, now into the fire, and tomorrow will be night, sweet raspberry taste, on that very ordinary day when i met you, i was absolutely happy, as only children can, you’re like sunstroke, the wires are burned out, i don’t care about anything, just to hear yours, yes, again... kilometers, airports, hotels, i miss you so much, and i’m tired of days without you, this is definitely love, what could be worse, look, because i ’m disarmed by you, sweet raspberry taste on your

cubes, you are my half, the light in my eyes, lines on... fire , this is my love, then in the cold then into the fire, and tomorrow it will be again, sweet the taste of raspberries on your cubes, you are my half , the light in my eyes, lines on the palm, this is my love, then cold into the fire, and tomorrow will be night, sweet raspberry taste. i thought this was love, i thought this was love, but everything is much worse, the sweet taste of raspberries on your lips, you are

my half, the light in my eyes, lines on the palm, this is my love, then in the cold. into the fire, and tomorrow there will be norol, the sweet taste of raspberries on your cubes, you are my half, the light in my eyes, line on the palm, i am now my love, then cold, then into the fire, and tomorrow there will be new, sweet raspberry taste. do you see not only baskova? i see, seryozha

, i see, i want to say a huge thank you to the authors who write wonderful songs for me, which become hits and who receive song of the year, in particular for the song, taste of raspberries, i am grateful to the amazing author daria kuznetsova, applause for her, thank you very much, i'll be back soon, thanks. the performance of our next performer is a gift that absolutely everyone will like, because she is a wonderful singer who is adored by the whole country. music, maxim fodeev, words by natalya kasimtseva, lost her heart. on stage, people's artist of russia, valeria. i lost my heart

in your apartment, find it quickly and please return it to me, it fell to theta, close to the threshold, or among your shirts and cds, or maybe when i was walking along the crossroads, my heart fell... right under you the wheels are under your wheels, i lost my heart and didn’t notice, why, why, i met you, i lost my heart, and didn’t notice, why, why, i rejected it, i lost my heart, in front of you, it fell somewhere, right on a dusty evening, look for it everywhere, in your pockets on your table, in the sky, on

the sofa, i lost my heart in your apartment, find it quickly and please return it to me, i lost my heart and didn’t notice ... la, why, why, i met you, i lost my heart and didn’t notice, why, why, i rejected it, i lost my heart and didn’t notice, i lost my heart and didn’t notice, why... why did i i met you, i lost my heart, all together, why, why, i lost strength,

why, why, but to invite, i lost heart, and didn’t notice, why, why... i met you, i lost my heart and didn’t notice, why did it hurt so much, ricocheted, knocking me off my feet, as always, valeria, thank you, my dears, happy new year, i i wish you not to lose hearts, only to find them, thank you. the next artist

knows exactly the secret of a hit, to write a new song, he only needs to take a preposition and a pronoun, uh, the whole country knows it without you, without you, or - everything for you, oh, now he will present us a song: for.. .music by andrey slanchinsky, poetry by anna goncharova, behind her. on stage, people's artist of russia, stas mikhailov. behind her, through the prisms of mirages. for her. ponotam on gotochi, behind her

is the only one of mine, right away. i shared with her all my days and nights, i didn’t read fate, from palms along the lines, soul fires, extinguished from the sky with downpours, downpours, breathed in the wild wind, snow filled my heart, filled my heart. wandered around the world , confusing his tracks, but with her the snow-white ice melted, together, we are like boundless oceans, behind her, through the prisms of mirages, behind

her, ponotana on the gotochit, behind her, my only dream, i shared with her, everything my days and nights, i saw my reflection in her eyes, and... i stormed at the target to kill, the earth swayed along the walls and into the cracks, and i realized immediately, she is my woman, love, love, she struck me with one shot, warming me up. for no

, under the skin with hot sparks, behind her, through the prisms of mirojis, behind her, ponotanno goto, behind her the only one of mine, with her i shared with her. all my days and nights, behind her, through the prisms of the world, behind her, he speaks, behind her, my only one, i shared everything with

her, all my days and nights, behind her, my only one, i shared everything with her, all my days and nights, thank you very much, happy new year, happiness, happiness to all of us, fulfillment of desires. friends, there is another new year’s gift, yuri antonov’s favorite music and elements, guest of the song of the year festival, people’s artist of russia, yuri antonov.

in the very center of the night, in the city it’s huge, i’m looking for a tired old phone, it will stretch out its hand, like an acquaintance of mine, the midnight call will break your sleep, in the very center of the night, in the city it’s huge, we are a hotel of thousands of dreams come true, and no one shines in this world sleepy

it won’t hurt us and won’t say no, beloved, beloved. my love, save me, save me, save me, i want to cuddle up to your hair, i want to cuddle up to your hair, save me, save me from loneliness, i want to cuddle up to your hair. i want to snuggle up to your hair, save me, save me from loneliness, it’s night in the very center,

the city is huge, i’ll find a tired, old phone, he’ll reach out his hand. it’s like an acquaintance of mine, and the midnight bell will break your sleep, and no one is shining. in this world, sleep will not interfere with us and will not say no, beloved, beloved,

beloved, save me, save me, save me, not to your hair. i want to cuddle up, i want to cuddle up to your hair, save me, save me from loneliness, i don’t want to cuddle up to your hair, i want to cuddle up to your hair, save me, save me from loneliness, no praise. save me, save me from loneliness. maestro,

yuri antonov. good health, prosperity and all the best, happy new year. yuri antonov, yuri antonov. police, what's behind the door, you retard, who are you, a superhero or what? we don’t wear it there, and we don’t follow the instructions, major thunder, plague doctor, today on rtr, i thought

that here, more seriously, you sit and think, there’s no need to think, here it ’s all about, to play or not to play, yes, yes, that’s it, there are two opinions. it can’t be, because we have five of them, this is a dangerous fairy-tale animal, when it comes to fleas, i’m out of competition, there are questions here about how everything is running, i really want to check it out seriously, this is flirting, obviously, just to see, let’s go , it must have been edible, i had in mind, of course, a bear when i said that here is a stinky little one, a hint in general, the most gambling team, if. him and zhenya will add their own, and what many people enjoy is the strongest love for the game, this is a five -on-one program, i’m oops, and five on one, tomorrow

on rtr, the most cruel aristocrat in history. i am the power here, i am the power, bloody gentlemen and other historical series, only. big anniversary concert of nikolai basky on january 4.

love is often deceitful and the past takes its revenge, feelings go away for no reason and...

a calendar of grievances, it seemed to me that i had cooled down, verses changing words, but then she was just very sweet, it was better, then two, we were close, but not half together, not... a wave of broken heart beats, every passion has hay, we were close, but not together for half, without full, broken, heart does not curl, married to the only love, you have become a goy, you! i’m lost, i hide my pride,

my feelings suffer without care, we need love to be happy, we don’t have to swear that love will always be in our eyes, i don’t want to be in someone else’s bed, ruin my memory and desire myself. we were close, but not together half, without complete, broken, heart not beating, every passion has a price, we were close, but not together half, without complete, broken.

my heart is not married to one love, we were close, but not together, we were close, but not together, we were close, but not half together. without complete, broken, heart-breaking, every passion has a price, we were close, but not half together, not complete, broken, heart-breaking, married with only love.

brilliant, charming, ani, lorak, thank you, thank you, god, so many flowers, thank you, be happy, not laura! seryozha, you have a lot of performances in the days before new year’s, so who celebrates more luxuriously with nevtyanniki or gazoviki? you know, both are not bad, but the most.

with a sharp razor, meet dima bilan. i divide the poems into quotes, where the words take you by the throat and the clock, a meaningless circle, i will give my heart as a gift. i’m ready to drown in love, and breathe in a little happiness, you ’re dressed as mine again, i’ll make you forget about the past, every other day i live on a crucifixion, and you,

why are you crying, counting your mistakes, your feelings are like a stream of tears, you are a draw, i will be a draw. yes, i am writing a novel with a sharp battle for my heart, i am jealous of you for other people’s smiles, jealous of other people ’s eyes, i am keen for your heart with your words, and i will hear obedient yes, i will hear obedient, yes, yes, yes, don’t hope. you won’t become a stranger , look into my eyes, i’m waiting, i live and don’t live , the day of my hope is fading, i miss you, i can’t

, come back, i’m really looking forward to it, in nowhere you decide, i fly into dreams at night, i don’t need anything without you. and you, what are you doing, are you crying, counting mistakes, your feelings are like a stream of tears, you are nobody's, and i will be nobody's, i am writing a novel with a sharp battle for my heart, i am jealous of you for other people's smiles, jealous of other people's eyes, a sharp battle for my heart. your words , and i will hear obedient, yes, i will hear obedient, yes, yes, yes,

hurray, and with a sharp battle for my heart i am writing a novel, i am jealous of you for other people’s smiles, jealous of other people ’s eyes, sharp words for my heart, and i will hear obedient yes, i will hear obedient, yes, yes, yes,

on business thank you happy new year friends with new happiness bravo today. there are viewers who watched everything editions of this legendary festival, there is an artist who 52 years ago performed at the very first shooting of the song of the year, he is generally a champion, he performs on every song of the year, no one has broken his record, music lyrics by konstantin gubin, kind. morning stage legend of variety, festival guest, our mascot, people's artist of russia, lev leshchenko.

while the plegram bit by bit with you was collecting the usual happiness from the cold, i was warming it in my palms, afraid to breathe on it. drop by gram, by the day, by the minute, we saved up for our good morning, flew to him at midnight carriage, dreaming of hugging him, i so wanted to embrace the world with goodness, so good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night, to everyone who cannot live without loving, to everyone who shares goodness

wants, good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night , to everyone who cannot live without loving, to everyone who shares goodness, in large quantities. drop by gram, by word, by look , they sculpted love, in the leaf fall season, in four hands, it turns out better, it’s a dream to spread your wings, drop by gram, by small grain, mine joined their halves, laughed in the face, i swooped down. the clouds were thick, but they believed only to hearts, the kindest, most sincere

hearts, so good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night, to everyone who cannot live without loving, to everyone who wants to share good things, good morning. good afternoon, good evening, good night, to everyone who cannot live without loving, to everyone who shares goodness, wants, thank you, holy, handsome people, i wish you well,

so good morning, good afternoon, good evening, good night, to everyone who cannot live without loving, to everyone who shares goodness. he is wet, happy new year, friends, happiness, health, prosperity, cheers, thank you, thank you, thank you, i'm glad happy. be with you, thank you, lev

levshchenko, levya, happy new year, today the dreams of millions become reality with gero pharm, we wish the russian company. in the new year, a leading position in the world of creating effective domestic drugs that will give people a chance for a happy life. by the way, at the beginning of the year the company will introduce a new domestic drug to the market. music lyrics by nikolai chabanov and dilyara khairulina, the most russian hit. on the stage of the song of the year is a shaman.

there is snow on the heart, somewhere around minus 30, the road into the house, so much nostalgia pricks my soul , so many of those whom i will never see again, so few of those who will gain and give me strength, i speak to the sky, it is silent in response to me, closing its eyes, head on the pillow, i can’t turn back the time where i was a boy, but i look forward, and there are holy souls, only the sound of a guitar is so invigorating, i will write, the most russian hit will wash the burden of your soul, and let your heart ache for those whom i do not ask , such a person does not hide his conscience under his skin, and this hit is for those who feel it too, the most russian

a hit about my sad soul, and let the heart flow from those whom i do not ask, such... a person cannot hide his conscience under his skin, and this hit is for those who feel it too, and kilometers of years have passed in one flash, i have matured, but i’m still a child at heart, i remember my mother was in the kitchen, reading books to me, the kettle was boiling, i was drinking on my membranes, the road was lonely, but the music of the train would take me back to the noisy one. i’m the train stations, and i’m melting the sky , i’ll take a breath of air, i’ll just smile, i’ll start all over again, just the ringing of the guitar is so invigorating, i’ll write, i’ll wash my sweet soul with the most russian hit, and let my heart be poured out for those whom i don’t ask , that’s the kind of person i am, i don’t hide my conscience under my skin,

and this hit is for those who feel it too, the most russian hit... i pray my soul and let my heart hurt for those whom i don’t ask, that’s the kind of person i am, i don’t hide my conscience under my skin, and this is a shield for those who feel it too, i’m russian. the most russian hit about my delicious soul and let my heart be poured for those whom i do not ask, such a person does not hide his conscience under his skin, and this hit is for those who feel it too, the narrowest hit, and let the heart sing, such a person, and this one is for those who

feel it, god. shaman, thank you, music, sergei petrosyan, author of the words svetlana lavrentieva, this is a girl, stage of the song of the year, festival guest angelika varum. she smells of male kenzo and adrenaline, she has learned to weigh every grain in life, she has buttforts, three

pairs of walking shoes and only sneakers. run in them in the morning, she is someone's find, a secret, a wife and mother, she can have cognac, off-road, thorns and dirt, but when she approaches the church on sunday, with a bell, her head waves its wing to dare, and... she knows so little, but she knows quite accurately, and the elements will not tell her, her main secret, by the way, is the habit of going to bed at 12 at night, this is just a side effect, a forced effect.

and how we and what we had, dissecting the texts , delving into her soul, and she has the coma sutra embroidered

on her bed, and harley will certainly register in the garage, she remembers ivals in the palace with golden chandeliers, and how the incident howled in pain. what saved this girl, she knows too much how to feel, and that they pay for it, she alone knows, this is a girl, she knows too much how to feel, and she knows what pays for it, she one.

amazing angelica barum! beautiful, incredible, touching, sophisticated angelika varum, new year is the most favorite holiday of russians, because we celebrate it twice, first the new year, and then the old new year. well, i think this is done to correct the mistakes that can be made on new year's eve.