konysh gul, shchyra dzyakuem you for the magic of sennya dakranutstsa yes spraudnay whole of such a culturechildren, the day was very hot, stitch by stitch, the penny became heavy, oh, come on, there was time, there was strength, but it’s not the same anymore, the years have beveled my hair, wiped my coat, there lived a jew, so he said that everything passes, the sun also sets in the great at sunset, but it will still be born, it's a pity that it is not like me, who will dress them all then in fashion, my girl, tomorrow morning you will return to me again, i am mine, my fakels, sad-eyed, the palovushka maysa will say, you will laugh, people are different and songs are different, oh, there will be a day of food to live, do not rush, sometimes richer. beggar, the one who did not have time to save up, the one whom no one anywhere, does not hold with anything, thread, velvet, to the needle, that's all, and also the pulp on the shelf, so life would come in and begin, only i see the sun, less and less often, there was a time, i had strength, but not the same anymore, the years have mown my hair,