on... the singer zara invited her to moscow, and we sang together, we weighed over the world in yugoston claus and put it under the christmas tree, i wrote that he would give me a boxing toy, now i ’m using dad instead of a punching bag. oh, we wrote a letter, we put on gloves, we spanked dad, and we can only launch one magic, 1 2 3, the christmas tree is on fire, hurray, hurray, because i know what it is, to be, what exactly, when you are beaten? and he promised to definitely give you this new year, taking pity on dad, to give you a punching bag. thank you, thank you. well, we’ll wait for the song, of course, yes, of course, buy tickets, why are you just asking? if there had been no winter in the cities and villages , we would never have known these happy days, and the little ones would not be circling near the snowy pub, the saw-trees would not meander, kava, kava, kava, the bylyshna would not meander , kava, kava, kava. if only there were no winter, there is no secret in this, we howled from the heat , we were tired of the blanket , the blizzard would not have come to us through the p