on august 22. recurse trok was the moon dry lastradali and su-nisu tolpon cd laferovia ivan versulman happy trenovo on you are only at the end. good evening, it's good. hello, with whom my mother really likes, she loves very much this childhood. first of all, it is the youth of my parents. this san remo is the first recordings on cassettes. i mean, it's, well, it's all about spring. with love, if i may. say. calculations in silence crystal evening from the head in our first meeting my soul, beat, and the strings are waiting there, my soul sadness to the guitar. i guess my soul always cannot catch up with the guitar, and you are fine now. do not tayan sure of the depths of the boulevard. you are as beautiful as my guitar, with which i was betrothed with white lilac and a ray of my love, not bold. purkantsy gave black medals, remember, love music sounded dear. quit 40 years ago. my soul, in the guitar, rather, vera igor nikolaev is beautiful, beautiful, simply magnificent eighties, but i listen nonetheless. now i feel the goodness of the warmth of love. i am in awe of him for his music. here for me,