to this city that doesn't exist. before him about this city of the forgotten soul aglaya shilovskaya alexander vasilyeviche, then i sat with a stone face. and he pondered where such a powerful voice came from in such a fragile princess body. i think that igor kornelyuk, who composed this song, he would rejoice with sincere joy when he heard your performance. i have to say that this is the case when you can say the magic flute. i am your instrument, i am your voice, which sounded right now. the soul, as never before, asks for music, and here we are just sitting, remembering the best performances of three chords. and we choke to walk as if out. and you do not swear. guys, the main thing is calm and quiet. and suddenly notice? let them not notice us, and once they notice, so we will weigh the air and weigh the neighbors said with wallets to sing grief, do not swear. and don't cry to drink. and you say before everyone. but where do you dare to sing in the garden, uncle vanya, but instead i see, now cheerful mixture ripened cherries in the garden well, but instead. and he all the money fell into his pockets an