in your own war in august of the forty-fourth, you pumped everything, it couldn’t be more precise on may 9 at 19:35 on ntv willows touched the clouds with their shoulders to the stars on the way, they didn’t meet such a height to take it so that it was not just my youth with you, my rivers of tori and fields

faithful friends and beloved lands of you and blood for you in my heart forever my youth and serious and eternal and such a compromise infinitely successful and forever free went upstairs, the birds fell to me and it seemed normal, the wind shook, or forward in the field in that , happy cost orders the road or believed in the house, which is not the evening. so, with you on the great goodness, my rivers, mountains and fields faithful friends and favorite lands of the song for you and to the blood for you, my heart is

forever my youth ah-ah! they went out into the rain and breathed in a dream, and the wind blew into their open souls and were proud to wear a star on their shirt, the best country in the world. be ready be ready youth from

magnets school first love youth my rivers mountains, faithful friends and loved ones. if i have a heart for you and blood for you, i have eternal youth my. this is my youth.

and in the soul, love in the left was not peace in the right clan in the country, the idol of the corner of the world was given to me. my friend said, everything you ask the enemy is pounding his chest, that he is not my enemy in the house sleeping, the baby sees miraculous. he is already a soldier of his own war. i have a road to

a star on the way. i have anxiety. ah, how can i find it. i have hope that somewhere out there they are waiting, and that everything will be fine. in the garden we keep the golden reserve and in the eyes of goodness and in the barn the trunk. oh, i take my eternal crayfish. tomorrow again day tomorrow again fight who weaves fate. and who by himself is eternal calendar of fools, but revive your dream yes,

god is above us, and we have a road to the stars on the way. and we have anxiety. oh, how to find, and we have hope, so that somewhere they are waiting, and that everything will be. the daughter will say through death, dad is the best , and the wife will whisper that spring has come and gone

well in the morning, wine in russia is all right. do we have a road to a star on the way? and we have anxiety. oh, how it was to go, but we have the hope that somewhere there is a need and that everything will be. and we have hope that somewhere out there they are waiting, and that everything will be that everything will be everything.

my pain, as if by hand, took off when i could no longer endure it. and she silently gave up her wing when she could no longer fly. if i couldn't breathe anymore. you breathed spring into me. if i continued to lose faith, i believed only in you alone. my dream was dying, but

you were there again. in order to help me again to wash away from falling to a height and a minute of great losses, starting almost from scratch, i got up and knew that now your earth is under your feet, you did not win. i am war. one forever victory you didn't send my country and the only planet. what are you and silence you from the pain and lies of the son, you remained the limit wife wife behind 100 people on the way. you

fly with me, i'm alive with you. i want to go with you thousands more of them in this world of snow and evil in this sky of great winds. let the star always burn for me called your love for you, covering the war alone forever. victory, you are my country of okhetians. you are my planet. you are hope and silence. you dismissed you remained hindered. the wife

always came to life victory you recognized my only planet. you are hope and silence. you are a rip off world. you leave us wife wife my

country. hope, and silence, you hurt the life of the case. you remained a betrayed wife wife.

so many darts and roads, how many songs and lines? how many persons? how many words of strangers, then, answer the delight west south and east, but your spirit is calling with me, wherever i have been, that holy spirit kept silent about shouting forever was the pier to which hurried to you, my fire. my my destiny, i'm coming home. i return home, where there are not a thousand words, love and a star in the window. i'm coming home with you. if the soul

these are tires knives this is how life works. through those like good. and no one will answer what will happen later, everything can turn. only i'm not afraid of you, because to return the world, where anyone will accept me and where you can be simple. i'm coming home, i'm coming home. where there are not a thousand words there is love, not always in the window, i'm coming home, coming home.

the meters are circling, even if the soul is on fire, i return home, take it louder. of course you return. let's go back home time of a thousand words there is love and a star on

fire right now you only you i return more i'm coming back. if the soul is on fire i return home. it seems to me that we will try again. come back home. thank you

last week a fantastic superfinal died down. let's remember the best moment from the third season of our favorite mask show. sneaked into the metro, i became different. i can safely retire and hand over this country to you. the mask is better. tomorrow at

2:30 on ntv a fragment of dawn, the death of hops among three roads, we always get out three from here to praise and curse for the terraces, driving peahens, guys clouds like an escort

and behind our backs the carotes remain smoking. you and i are of the same blood we are pain and we live we love greedily you and you look for me one fire clamps poisons your hands. on the hill of the white temple of australia 9 grams i and life would be one on one. let the angels beckon at the edge of heaven , pouring a sweat, let's have a look, and you and i, mystic pain

and we live, we love greedily and with you alone truth we are looking for a fire for fats to be next to. well, are our people here? of course there are hands on skis. we just didn’t know you and i sing of the same blood , you and i are one and we live, we love greedily, we

you alone are truthful, please, the wife of china and the other bubble, not putin we will not be different.

ships return to port. let's get together with friends all together and good songs will sound in the circle of our friendly family. about unearthly love and peru in their lives, they keep the memory of taking from sons and victory, friends. no, pardon the discourse, and no matter what the weather, friendship is everything friendship is one for everything

and the song is one and the road. we all live in the world. it’s not in vain that we don’t regret living, but as long as there are friends in the world. in my heart we don't age. and wide we are strong in soul only to go straight on our way through life together. we still have a lot of friends ahead of us not to meet. and no matter what the weather is in the heart

and the song and the road. no friends, to meet at the moment and it doesn't matter. what is the weather like for everyone? the bottom for everything is one and the road.

the tank is hit, the hatch is broken, the hatch is jammed, and it is clear that the soul will burn in the fire. god grant that it is not in vain that the soul burns on fire. god forbid that the roaring battle is not in vain, but inside. sorry, this is peace in my ears, and ilyinka is raging around, and behind that river, revive her sin, my lyokha, and tanks fought peace

fly off. all the same, love pushed the hatch with the last of his strength, so that there was a rattle of steel, a ragged sound, and everything in my memory froze in my memory the look of my sister's outfit, that my father brought faces from the river outside the yard. a pile of books of faces outside the yard of the guys unread books guy, you live, flew in the road publishes and with a diaper arc my altai will fly off. you

choked pitch and inside others only peels off. maybe they escaped and the servant about him, yes, no strength, brother and cars jesus fire.

no, it's not like that at all. until the last breath, dying magic, they say for the motherland at all not bad. for loved ones not bad young tanks fledgling

if it were not for my grandfather not for his victories of the world, then what country we would know we drink would not know, if not for my grandfather of his dreams, you and i under the sun of these years would not even dream of silence. he does not have a terrible war for us, which spring the sun has been shining sweetly. because of the new words, silence, you and i, in response, silence in the stars, silence, the streets in the silence of the air, the winds fell asleep, and

the young did not sleep until the morning in the silence of the lips in the silence of fate and bow to the grandfather for the victory, far away fear and war silence. i miss you so much. my world is on in the kitchen, our conversations at the miner's mom kaspersky bright light, fishing, tea in an aluminum toy. your old house, dude, and our favorite garden on dusty points, the smell of your awards behind every putin medal for every victory star is death here. blood for our peace and register, i'm waiting, he's not a terrible war, we already have some kind of spring.