songs were written, isya and mooned over maladzechny, at the same time such a beautiful song, music by yaugenre, so we will be molded, well, whoever grows up, i’ll be back again i extend, today i will grow, hey, cover me with sleepy, whole changes, only those known to us, the healthy ones that float beyond the horizon, play with me, i am yours, you don’t know it, i understand what you... adshynesh, yes i’m praying for the sky, wow, little rabbit, well, it’s so simple, it’s so simple, it ’s kind, it’s kind, it’s just that you don’t get along with us, who will be with us... why the hell are you on the right? hundreds of gallons have not been ruined by the sun's constant changes, only we know our anger and the vigilance of what the fuck is for the edges of the sky. shut me up, i’m yours, you don’t know that, i understand what you want, and i’m shading the sky, hey, and at once with me, gatovy, three, chatyrs, plowed, shady, sleepy, whole- heartedly. no, only those moments that are familiar to us, the sharp-sighted one who has crossed the edge of the sky, shut me up, i am yours, and you don’t kno