moscow dance of our own making for muscovites and guests, no one helped and guests of the capital, igorkov igor, what will you show, what will you sing, konaryka, konaryka, that means it’s working out, what’s your name, anya, anya, surname kershenkov, and what’s the accordion player’s name? the devil will pay for mutual love. the stars have faded at the bottom, the rain the little cat sighs and cries, after the river of my sadness, the little cat sighs and cries, with the morica of my sadness, this is sadness about unfulfilled happiness, suddenly it accidentally shed, stoli, a little rain rolled down onto the dress, or maybe slug from the eyes whether the rain rolled down onto my dress, or the mucus from my eyes, i’m not looking for an answer to the questions. you're not on my mind i argue with fate, i will apologize for this incontinence, to myself alone, i will apologize for this incontinence. in front of only myself, oh, great, this is my fight, the line burns, fight, until the end, beloved, beloved, beloved, roads, roads, roads, we run away on different roads, don’t guess about love, i