i wanted to come up with a song about volodya vysotsky, but my hand was shaking and i couldn’t find ao the white sky, the black moscow stork. descended to the black earth, the white moscow stork, to the white the sky has taken off, the black stork of moscow has descended to the black earth, pull the guy into the mountains, take a risk, don’t leave him alone, let him be together with you. there you will understand who it is, the white moscow stork flew up into the white sky, the black moscow stork descended to the black earth. thank you very much, low bow to the memory of the great russian poet. in general, i never call my performances concerts, they are not concerts, because the concert had to be left, come there, and go out again. encouraged i'm just telling you my thoughts that came to my mind at the moment, well, let’s assume that i prefer that my speeches take place in the form of a meeting, well, not like at home, when there at the table after the second third, everyone already loves each other, no one no one, no one listens to anyone, so everyone sings, tries in unison, it turns