my friend karmen grigoryan is the soloist of the crematorium group well , cool, but the lyrics that comegree of his chizoness, because they are chizovo. it seems to me that at some point it just opens, as the receiver lets it in and gives out yes, it comes, uh, a lot of amazing things that you still have to filter with your consciousness, because well, you're not alone, in the end, in the end you go out people. yes , you want something good for them, bright. and forgive three children behind your back, who will then ask, mom, what is this, why not? through some sort of filter? yes, it still needs to be skipped, these filters look like such kilometer-long drafts . hmm, that is, some kind of raw hmm. insight as it is somehow well, yes, everything is exactly the right word waiting for inspiration. in short, it's hmm you have to sit down, of course. music is needed. come here , come here, and the regulation is on a certain work schedule, that is, every day all the losses sat down and said, well, you see, yes, that's the music, as a rule, it says. i go for a walk and says she's so long bye. f