, russia is rosina, mine, russia is us, russia is, russia, bye, take a walk on the first, meet brandon stone scattered to shreds, blue eyes, flooded the field, ala i... soz dressed up in a red saraf, floated burning the air, a fiery thief, kites without wings beat at random, the city turned into a red-cheeked hell. flocks of 47 strikos swooped in, pouring blood on the wings of the birches, the floor moved, making a table, more russian, golden shoulder straps. the fight was stubborn, the night was choking on bony fingers, death was keeping its score, the pain, the rusty earth, were saturated. tears of crying and sorrow splashed into the eyes, the sky was choked, though without a face, a child’s tear fell from the sky , flocks of 47 strikos flew in with blood. pouring over the wings of the birches, the field moved, making a table. russian displeasure with golden shoulder straps, hit direct fire. a machine gun clearly hit in the middle, shooting in the mouth, scattered into pieces, blue eyes, the field was flooded, scarlet dew. thanks a lot. good mood to you all. we walk beautifully, sing along