fologda moscow and dagestan, and let's call, call, all day long at me from all sides, i wanted to jokeere is no need to toil at the crosses, among the tear-stained names, i am already my beauty, the resurrected one is inspired, put a ruddy loaf on the table, salt some vigorous jokes on it, you remember me truthfully, the bread on the glass is not my face, at dawn on the fortieth day, stop crying and being sad, you just have to let me go, i have to let you all go, and there’s no need to look for reasons... there’s no need, life has sunk into hell, i left, so that the wheel of a new life can spin, what’s so strange about that , get ready for a long journey, so that your heart beats again and breathes deeply. thank you, tell me about the apartment. did you play something like that, but no, of course, i didn’t even think about doing all this, that is, it didn’t even occur to me and it didn’t even occur to anyone, it was strong enough in principle, well, it wasn’t there was no repertoire, that is , the composer’s song was already how old, well, three years, 2 years after that i didn’t compo