krinichki music and bed and alcohol, naturally over the water i love you so much. my dear dick i am you dear to me forget about the poor my strength forget about veh not my strength what is the water on the face of adults? the wind of the eighth praising the drakes of your young sun's sunny roads something your life needs to be judged by the sun, my, dear, my mother. handbag damn, my friend is my friend. and weighed not yet written. how many say the cuckoo sing in the city to me the inhabitants of the settlement lie with a stone or burn with a star, my sun. look at me, my patch has turned. if there is gunpowder, give me fire. i build with the fourth hand and my sun, look at me my palm has turned if there is your city of fire. the answer is good with you. yes, it's bad without you head on your shoulders patient. i'm not the last you, my sun, look at me. my golden turned into a fist. if there is, give the city fire. you, my sun, look at me, my young has turned into fire. up the heavenly stairs turning into a cloud. god fell down you planted a tree from the cold forgave him a long time ago