lorak, how disingenuous you are, marya vasilievna, i anna loroc heard in enot for a long time, then now try to convince you. dayan, it’s you, don’t tear me apart, i propose right now to remember her luxurious and bright, lively, beautiful path in the anniversary season. with wings, and it’s already starting to boil, hop-hop-hop-hop, he’s shnyuk-shnyuk-shnyak-shnyak on her little head. stomach, this is love for you, don’t hide, don’t hide, butterflies in my head, this is after love, if this happens, butterflies in my stomach, this is love for you, don’t hide, don’t hide, in front of your eyes, our former friend can only through long years, looking at yourself, wait, leave, talk there, you know, all these years i ’ve missed you so much, girl i’m dancing, what will come so soon. dispel the melancholy, he’s not worth it, girl, dance around with this pain, burning out your feelings with a crisp al like that, myo. i am a misfortune, not a guilt, that i am a deceiver of naivety, love, a deceitful country, a deceitful country, everyone is a deceiver in it. what’s hitting the closed door wit