darofe, anatoly ivanovich yarmulenko, and of course, the legendary sebra ensemble, we invite the stageuch simple words, this is a song by eduard hank, you all know it, and i’ll lie down and jump and pull you up. you are noisy, noisy, there are birch trees above me, kalyshshytse, lyulyaytse, my chanting for centuries, and i will lie down, jump, the edge of the old gastsin, on the perfume. on the spit, if the grass is not ripe enough , and on the fragrant tacos , if the grass is not ripe, well, you are for the acne, and i will lie down and jump over the edge. the end of the old man, the galley on the pagoras, on the high mounds, the worn hands, the wide spread of freedom, the nakedness of the distance, high covered by the fog. stained hands, sick, wide spread, naked, long. the fog is covering you, you are noisy, noisy, there is noise above me. noses, asypayets, darling, caress the earth, and i will lie down, jump, the edge of the old gastsin, i hello three, i'll graze the pig, and i 'll go to bed. i’ll lie down, the edge of the old hotel, i ’m an old man for a little while, i’ll take a l