and this may be with a hole in the tongue, and this wrote about my house yakub-kolus.i wrote this. i'm a koop colus. that's right kamaz malaya tires 42 points will reflect yours. these are the sprouts from simon's poem. music outer poem yakub voice dyakuyu. dasha ksyusha for your vedas i burn fish from above. i’ll listen to teleta and sasha kalivaska for a hundred years, a part of him is more than a flowering flower after a freak, it seems that people are different with a harp, a grandfather from kurgan, i go to the white snow, the harp comes out to build its strings ringing, ringing, pressing, driving along them, stupefied and you will change everything that the living cannot understand, and look at it for a month. i myself am white and have such urges. and who wrote them to you directly to refuse the hole, i bathed the arcade, i love you, the troll, your decomposition, maybe, uh, fell, quietly and firmly. maybe i gave yanka a bath and i also think so, we have a refusal. so this is yanka kupala kurgan outer yanka kupala zyaku great jarga dasha ksyusha listen oh damn,