here you know sotka on mine for this time all the melody of joy, alexandrovskaya well, probably hmm onef the moscow route this is my melody of joy when i sing this song, and i rarely perform it at almost every concert . there is a concert when i don’t sing it, it’s wrong. do not sing such concert songs. i naturally this joy. i want to convey to my audience. but this is one of those few songs that i sometimes hum in a small piece, in general, outside the concert, not so much the words themselves, but just the feeling itself, so i chose it. as one of the songs that can be called sklyarov's song of joy. come on, moscow marshal, you're familiar with the neighboring insect waving at random, in the meantime, y-lesson. the lilac look of plyushchikh three poplars your brown eyes are better than this station to the south , right, i will have an electric train from moscow, i will go, i will go nowhere. where i heard the cry of an owl, where this horse is cold melt water. in my life, and passed the moscow routes. melt water papa is like tenderness up your lips, i really need names. now first kiss