charnyavaya, and tretsya is red, curly, bald, shaggy, and tretsya is red, curly. covering, oh, my godted to be a tamu, but netsyusya was not crazy. i looked at the wife, and the woman's life stung, and the woman's life stung, and the woman's life stung, and i looked at the quotes. oh, lyuli, lyuli, pancakes, palms, oh, lyuli- lyuli, pancakes, palms, oh, lyuli, lyuli, oh, lyuli-lyuli, you, the sky is high, have become vigilant lights, a twitching song, the sky of a bird dancing, ringing voices and eyes, like a saloon singing, and yes, a joke. pavol pours in. the children's songs sing, even for the sertsa byare, the sertsu any old people, right discordant ones, willows vetser fall, at the mercy. like this, i don’t know you again, at this evening of love, i confess, i love, i love the tsabes, i love the tsabes, my radima, the radima of may, with a good spell, in the sky above me, all the cranes are flying, complaining and cuckooing, sending to us. the wild cry of your land, your land, the wild cry of your land, this is the evening of love, i confess. i love tsyabe, i love tsyabe, my radi