open mic rosie, yes, that is, anyone who wants to can go out to sing something to dance and i went with my mother there every day and told my mother. so i want to pull it out, and i'm so afraid, i'm so afraid. and so every time we came with her, and every time i , uh, merged safely. and now the last day and my mother says, everything, in short, katya and i are tired of you, stay here alone. i'm going to the beach with my friend. and i mean, i stand looking for the numbers of animators. and now it's time for the mic. i understand that this is the last day. this is my last chance. and so they say who he understands himself to be, the girl notices my hand and says, come out, i get up and then i start to seriously in the forest, sing a song kabado academy do not come near me, i was offended. i went into a rage. people love it. i see and continue and i understand that a person is starting to follow me. something demands something from me in his english. and i’m like that to him, don’t come near me , but, in general, we were running around the stage like that. people just like you laughed. i did not understand that i really liked her, that they laughed, and that moment i realized that the stage is the place where i want to live in general, just such a story. that

is, you want to say that mom later returned, and you were already a star, moreover, mom heard my voice from the beach and says to her friend larisa , it seems that katya will go only yes . that is, when i finished my number, so to speak, forcibly. they tried to take away my microphone. here mother already stood and laughed too to write all together. in general, so here is the number. i have to distribute some hall props you including come on. i 'll try to throw so that you don't get hit, just in case, cover your face. thank you ira ira will now scatter. i just do not want to take responsibility, in principle, everything is enough.

enough. leave us everything everything, this is a song. i want to dedicate to the men in the hall, especially those who may have faced a difficult life situation. this song is essentially a song recommendation advice. how to be the song is called doshirak let's burn, i do not appeal. she left today 8 am do not ring can not be found, but where are you varvara, it's over, i'm tired of it. your eternal repair your debts dry rations. i am a promise. i'm sorry, goodbye, after work, meet me. i need stability. they are your

talents. live alone in your research institute at the rate of a laboratory assistant. well, the theme is gone love in your pocket. there is not a penny, the soul will be divided into that, what should i do? leave the rope, don't look for the gun either. give me this case, i have everything to look effectively. the salary will come , be sure to buy up to wide nastasya, buy paws, remind the guy i don’t cry. and if the magic sand remember, better hold than the heart is worse than the soul of the soul, she is bad good. listen, doshik and god, he will save from the year and for the speech the way listen to the bread on the bad good listen to the soul, and he will save from god and climb into

someone's ear and waited from the car. well, you're a candidate recently posted a book here, the most weather tomorrow is a week people have one day off. but everyone respects you and appreciates you for a long time, and everyone knows that you are a wonderful sword guy, so that you sing to the court better indicatively. she needs stability, not your merit. oh well, genius, don't need girlfriend. be listening, let the kamani. no, almost not a penny. there is hope as the noodles get cold in the kitchen. good luck, friend. and if a friend goes into trouble again, and remember my advice better and pass it on to others. buy doshirak in zalepipedom. we suffer it so much, maybe a little salary will come to eat, be sure to buy it, but i will appoint latitude, buy paws, fill it up and don’t cry. and if the magical is better than the kitty, the best longer,

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of life. what language is it? not in russian. yes , i'm just trying to figure out what it means to know these cookies in chinese. remember, before you die, tomorrow you will have to, yes, and then. you need to undress, in short, it's very hot for a minute, and you're talking about no, no, don't undress so much. tell me the first rhyme when you wrote or composed, well, in short, i was 3 years old, my mother wrote down just for me and it sounded like little white skirts, yellow shirts - it was daisies growing in the clearing. here before this was three years old so good. it was your mom who wrote it down for you. you wrote that the first poems that i started to write. they were written 7 years, when i fell ill with suspected jaundice. they put me in a single box. i was very bored. i read all the books and decided to somehow entertain myself, probably, and decided to write a book. when i started writing, i realized that it was difficult? i thought okay

, good for a small front and started writing poetry in this way. here is the first poem was written, by the way, to my mother, i’m just very fond of her i was bored, and there was about my mother to show, well, there was something about my mother, you know me by heart, but you don’t know, uh, what, i repeat quietly. mom, how i love you and kiss my mother goodbye, i will feel her sadness. i want to tell you that the jump in the political gift of my three years to seven is simply huge. thanks, i've been working on myself all four years. perhaps many of you have been waiting for the bullet.

in half, each man who lives to stay on business on a jealous apple, hot white balls rides a train , a fire breaks out, roses dawn on a squat about them fields, who we will not say where we are in the crimea, you are the way new houses are on the blood grishka needs a dog. i am my own kingdom. i'm on my own goethe sight of the planet constantly i walk to pass. i do n't know anything, i'm just my task in my pocket. where is the summer? or else hurray i dreamed of a cold white hall, a white

crucifix and a weeping pace. he flew over the city and spoke to the people overflowing kharibhata, a brood grows up and a super balloon grins at the sun and sings songs. oh, you, don't be afraid of me, i won't touch you. you don't worry. i am myself kingdom. i'm on my own, i'm not worth a trailer, i'm walking in a pistol gun, i don't know anything, it's just my task in my pocket, keep the summer. is it possible yes pistol? what will be put on the game in black or red? we will

be overwhelmed by christians, yes, with peaks from the room, fingers are not good anywhere from the road, i do not ask for white snow outside the city in the sky, white noise turn of peter 's rid the passage past, i gallop, the fourth rider will bring me a trailer for myself. no i walked were in the gun. yes, i mean nothing pocket, if i was from afar. gun i want to ask you a question. i

looked at myself. adu, a funny story from your childhood. you joined a psycho, as i understand moscow state university, but i read it and poked with a fork in odnoklassniki, how about such a background? yes, just such a background and go to the psychopath. our teachers often said that people go crazy, first of all, that it was to solve their problems. here's to tell you the story of how i poked. well, not you, it didn't poke. it was one poke, you know, one hit four holes, but there was a person there moment. e. well, here, i sang this song about the fact that this is important, i tried to escape. uh, since kindergarten. there really was. lad was very very tough. it was an independent school of life for me and the boy is holy, i still remember his name is holy light and yes. yes, he just every afternoon snack turned over to me. he

sat in front of me and just started talking to me non- stop. you are an ass. you are an ass. so i told him at first that i motivated him. i don't know, but it wasn't wild. it's a shame. i said holy. don't say that, it makes me uncomfortable. i said it didn't help and i endured, and at some point i realized that i could no longer endure. i just took it like this. you seemed to want to turn it off, you know. well, in general, a scandal. naturally, mail.ru's mother was called, but sveta's mother turned out to be a very nice girl, and she said that the light itself recognized the situations. in the end, by the way, we became friends with a neighbor. that's it, i don't know, by the way, these holes remained until the end already in life. oh sorry still if it has holes or not. i'm not vindictive. i'm the opposite, you know when i did it like that, and she remained hanging. i was so freaked out. i thought, my god. i take it quite a bit and it was not very sorry for him. that is, when i do something, i later regret it very much, so

now i don’t do anything. oh well, the habit of fighting is still left, as i really like to fight, that's why i do wrestling. here i was engaged, more precisely, for a long time, first a song, and then you will tell me about the struggle. the song is dedicated to every person who is now in an uncertain situation and does not know where to go. further i wish each of you to get out of this fog. and let something guide you something like a guiding light. maybe it's a song, lead me through the fog later, then a tall tale on me, like a white ocean fell the sky, not avalanches go crazy enough. to whom carrying through the fog to one house. you know who you told me to be, like all the scraps of everyone . what are you talking about at 30. you must envy the family no matter

who it is no matter how stove, or under a degree. i would be glad myself. yes, but there was no way to live, although i agree that the sun was windy. i’m against all the templates with a black sail, not what was the nose, rather suffered me more confidently, so that from step to step, but the foam descended, so the goal was lost to the righteousness of me through the fog, that all that fiction fell on me so white from me does not rise, milana guide me. through the mist to that, through the mist through this land. it’s so white fell on me that milan doesn’t go crazy until i execute about these. from fog to one house, go through the tank pain in the chest, do not pull next to confused. on the floor of the labyrinth behind you would not have planted the cone of your dream, calling out, where everyone is dancing with their

elbows and rocks someone's hand. i saw a white horse in the fog. don't need this lilichka dear, good. you speak to the office and that's it zp and you're a beggar. understand the song for me i'm getting old, the only food will not tell you the way from astra all your thorns, in fact. just shoot in one grate. you are sitting in cells, like a carbon of you in something, says, sounds to me then a step in me is almost equal to pass. but if you go, then you will come there, then the transparent cancer of the dairy editors, banks and villages, go do not care what someone tells you go down and

through the fog through this sky or on me, like a white ocean the sky has fallen, hatred goes crazy. who guide me through the mist. yes, returning to the sports life that dragged you to the fight, the hard life of butov, in fact, yes , we have the nineties. true, there were fights at school. i once had a moment when they set a gang on me, as they call hooligans, and they, in my opinion, i was entered like a ring. i still remember that

moment, when this moment was somehow magical. it turned out to be a crowbar under my feet. eh. actually , it’s scary, but you know, surprisingly, some things come across fork lol, and now i’m here at the apartment building morgulis. no, they were all right. it's just that somehow i, well, threatened to open a slot. i ran away. that is, i was just lucky it was scary to live at that time and my parents were against the fight for a long time. that is, i went to the fight only when i entered the university and found out that there is a section of such a god and a sambo section. and in general, i was very happy and went. yes, until e streamers got injured. so they told me that i can no longer work out in myself. unfortunately, then i started doing hp as it seemed to me a safer type of struggle. i don't know what it is but cpr but this, as far as i remember brazil, is a kind of wrestling that generally disguises itself as a dance, not quite.

so you kind of, la-la-lei, then turn around, and with a turntable with your foot, in short, you are mistaken. here. maybe you can do it, and you actually threaten him somehow so say it, girls. eh, there were, of course, a lot of girls besides you. yes, there are different weight categories right? i had the smallest weight class, it was like, well, you know, adding water lilies fighting is a lot of fun to watch, yes. i agree katerina yashnikova on ntv on the map. so well, well, and the next song is just what i call apartment songs. i also had apartments before and often perform it, because it is generally about apartment conversations about kitchen gatherings. so the song is called one plus one.

albums are filled with old paints in the pen, the paste has dried up. hello, bad finger on the lyceum, i don't remember the name, but i remember being close, it's worth squirming for a while with those. who is on our way, we go along tables, beds, groans, walls, salt, torn glasses. in the hallway went out change. if you want, here are slippers, put on tea in the kitchen, shame. you come in, we'll just sit, we'll see the sky

, the light bulb burned out, change it if you want, put on your slippers for tea in the kitchen, shame. you pass and remained among all proud plus one. and with a plaid flap your legs are wrapped up confused thoughts night to the shot went to take off so quickly. now we lie cherish the minutes. if between us, then there is in the song, probably, however, to you. it is known that entities are all flaps. me and you so let's

pretend we're sewn together. the light bulb went out in the corridor, change it if you want, put on your slippers, tea in the kitchen will cool down. you come in, we’ll just sit, we’ll look at the sky, it’s burned out, the shop, change it if you want kitchen, shame. you pass and stay among the eye of the walls, burning one plus one plus one. baby, ignat was born three days ago, and he is already

upset with something, and that's all, because none of you knows about his achievement. but his appearance is a miracle, he was born in spite of everything, having defeated the diagnosis of infertility, excellent, work, ignat you are real. the national demography project is a free procedure and code for families diagnosed with infertility. and if you didn't know the national projects, look together , we're doing it. alexey nilov sergey selin alexander polovtsev andrey fedortsov, police brotherhood prime minister from monday at 20:00 on ntv please tell me, after graduating from gu, by profession, you are tricky to work, of course, yes, i immediately after graduation i was invited to work in a

psychiatric hospital, which i practiced there well . i passed. they noticed me, they said, let's work with the girl here for these stories about forks and scrap, well, it was in childhood, then already in the school senior everything seemed to be calm. well no, no, it wasn't. good. in short, it arrived no too no. now i don't like this story either. yes, and ending. the university just everything was fine, they said who wants to stay. after study. i, i'm interested, i really was really interested. you worked, worked there for almost 2 years in the department of depression and schizophrenia. and then i felt some injustice. i had some disagree with the part. i remember perfectly that day, i already started to study music then. and not guys, even my colleagues they say, what are you doing here are you doing? you're doing well with the music. this is really what i'm doing here. that was the moment when you, after another conflict with the authorities, it means that i go into the laboratory assistant.

you also know about the intern's office, so i say, guys, i'm quitting and like that, in general, yes, yes. i can advise you to play a charity concert there, so that, you know, they, uh, look at you and cry. what kind of doctors went to bed. or maybe, on the contrary, it’s good that i went there, because if you didn’t check. why check you what, eh then i worked in a children's development center as a psychologist and teacher. in general, such things, well, welcome to the musicians. thank you katya we have a cool show, i like it. there are two stories associated with this song. tell me about krestovsky how did this feed come about. i have a very long depression. uh, i couldn’t get out of it in any way and a friend came to me and said to me, katya. in general, i see that everything is very

sad with you. come on, at least try to pass one marathon, in fact, that it was 10 wishes write out here the desire, what i want and in general, i checked out. there, among other things, it was, like, i want to fit, my beloved musicians gradually began my dreams, which are there on the list to be fulfilled by themselves. and now the time has passed quite a lot of food, so from the concert, and this song was already written to me, that is, we played it and recorded it. i thought, well, it wasn’t there and i’m writing right away in krestovsky. hello vladimir and you know, i wrote a song here. i think it looks like yours. listen, please, and then threw him a haze, and he answers me in about 3 minutes. i was shocked. the song is great, well done. i'm that type. wow think so okay all in. can we sing it with you? after a while, in short. actually in this song the song is the song bright hope and i believe in the best white bird in the

evening i became bitter boredom, drank candy. i remember walking with my mother by the hand a small kindergarten trailed behind her, pulled her fingers, i remember. can i not wake up, can i sleep a little? is it possible to hang shadows on the ceiling, the

wind shakes the foliage, the soul is terrible thoughts of the cauldron still slept on baku in childhood, i did not believe that i would like a wolf. the dough went to the wolf bed, what am i to do mom? bright memory crushes white bird in the window white clouds of life, it floats across the sky, it will be even warmer, it will be easier, and i only see the white bird in the window, a thin thread, like a film tape connects people.

if only to be this someone in this conditional, where only you become necessary to someone, at least become someone, days, minutes rush past me, again, a little grass past me. good sun everyone dust particles, beam times. i live, there is no need to wait for it, and it will come out for ink, it will promise bright ahead. as if whispering, that's enough, the birds were already flying, light soar to be friends. a white bird in the window, white clouds, life floats away across the sky, it will be even

warmer, it will be easier, and i can only see a white bird in the window soon, a bright memory circling a white bird in me led him the clouds of life to my love of the planet. everything will be even darker and it will be easier for the unknown to see the bird in the window.