we know your timofeev, comrades, alexey krabkov , on drums, yuri smolikov, on keys, happiness, dima debrovo do something, my nights and days are rich. as if dreams are short, and what loves through sleep, what breathes on behalf of the body, is only a day on the hot sand, by the lazy river. teach me what to choose, between black and white, so that other people’s goods are not divided into yours and mine, give me flattering thoughts, fantasize between in part and as a whole, give me a high goal. teach me to live, bring me paper wings, freedom and conscience, do not leave me in a storm in calm clothes from trouble, for what has been and will be. and how i will finally calm down, give me a soul in the palms of water, the reflection of a star, and what i have acquired, lived, is dust, i don’t regret anything, what was knee-deep in lies, what was up to my neck in melancholy, teach me again, i am nothing i don’t know how, but what i have is a day on the hot sand, by the lazy river. dear friends, this is an anthropology podcast, first things first. next, the group celebrates the resurrection the