need to, he knows how to impress with his voice , now you will see for yourself once again, meet gleb matveychukrom melancholy, along a long, moonlit path, and from that song that goes into the distance the links are flying, and from the old one, that seven -stringed one, which at the beginning is like that. at me on a long road, behind the night moon, but with the song that will fly out of me, with that old-fashioned, behind the stringed one that tormented me so much at night, let us overcome it because of the gift, in vain they burned night after night. if we are done with the old, then these nights will depart, a long road, a moonlit night, and a song that echoes in the distance. “and with that ancient string that tormented me so much at night, dear, with a long, moonlit bun, sing to the one that climbs, ringing, from that sarina, yes simestrum, which tormented me so much with urine, we rode in a troika with bells. lights flashed in the distance, oh, when would i follow you now? i would like to dispel my soul from melancholy, my long dear, but i’ll get smart at night, and from the song that i