to me on the moon, they didn’t read znayka to me on the moon either, but somehow my mother felt very bad about me, she took it and started reading byron’s poems to me, and i liked it so much, it sank into my soul so much that i i remembered this when i started to come up with it. look for some lyrics, the best text for this music is by byron himself, but i couldn’t come up with it myself, you know, but once i tried it and the rhythm fit, i just got it all right and it turned out to be a song, let’s just go ahead and sing, let’s sing, let's sing. in the bustle of the day, i will lose your image, dear, now alone at night, he will return with the same strength, and it is a matter of my pride, in my soul , keep your holy image, among forgetful friends, to be faithful to you. like once upon a time, like then, forgive me, sometimes, among strangers, i am laughing and careless, and those empty speeches seem to be forgotten, but don’t believe my words, which threaten you with invective, i don’t want to give it to fools, not even your sigh, not even your glance, i’m so tired of