hello, stranger, dear honored artist of the republic of belarus alexander solodukha molodechno good evening, stranger, dear, yes, what was mine, how could i love you until the very last days. it’s a pity that we couldn’t, we didn’t save with you everything that is behind the kitchen, what costs us in that life does not return to the past and will not help to contact your eyes, we don’t want to, we’ll try together. i don't want your eyes either. and now, friends, let's do everything. here's one. alien, sweet wounds of my dreams, we do not stop loving you until of the very last days, the will will convince calls to the strong friendship of that. maybe they will come to regret it. in the spring, maybe i don’t want to see your eyes. louder, you can. i want to kiss the points of your eyes. this is a truly unique song. how old are yours everywhere one day i will be her until the end of my days, and live, i am 99 years old or not. loud cork to the whole universe and pro excellent, your eyes, and once again. exile no one your eyes your eyes run out daughters, my eyes are someone else's, dear, dear.