they were drowned among the flowers. my, everyone begs her, zhanet, zhanet, stay with me, she tells themo always sings of joy, with a wonderful melody he decorates our life with our singing, how... how a vision, quietly rises, our song is like a vision, and what kind of visions, what visions, among the flowers of the forest, everyone begs her, “zhanet, zhanet, stay with me, we’re leaving here all together, everything is already ready at my house, my train leaves early in the morning, and there’s still a lot of worries, where, but i’ll be with you on time, where are you in a hurry, as they say, don’t put it off for tomorrow what you can do today, but in my opinion, don’t do tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow, dance, and at night, it will be "? apparently, he closed me out, well, well , let it be, i know the roles in the play, i’m all , yes, suddenly i’ll take it, i’ll run away, i’ll secretly sneak into the premiere, the curtain is about to fly up and the audience is full, oh, i’m ready to rush out the window, get into the theater by any means, hear, look, because they’ll be s