mark minkov sang a lot of his songs there, which i can’t remember now, but komsomol square is not markand nostalgia, let's remember some of them today too, we sang them, yes, my destiny, my dream, distant paths, eternal movement until the wind ahead, eyes at the station, green rolled up, in japan there are 50 minutes left, old . and the motive is an iron gift, eternal youth is the very term, it seems as if the whole life is ahead, don’t make a mistake when choosing paths, don’t make a mistake when choosing paths, joyful system, guitars, furious system. they are burning like glass fire, pezer, fires are burning, furious formation, guitars, furious formation the detachment, like a winter fire, is furious, the church buildings are burning, an unfamiliar star is shining, again we are torn away from home. again, between us there are cities, takeoff lights, airfields, here we have fogs and rains, here we have cold sunrises, here on unknown paths await us, intricate plots await, hope, my earthly vision, and luck, the reward for courage from the song, is enough that only one thing happened to