bullet in the heart wounded by changing love, living with our atomic man does not have to grieve, ljubos. and it’s nice for you, brothers, to live with our mohammedan and you don’t have to soul the whole wife cry for another happiness will be about me, just sorry. it's a pity, the mother of the old woman is two. horse, we are not a sin to live love does not come. my bones, my dear, brave hearts, will smash the korshulas. thank you, contact our god group pelageya bravo on the stage, the people's artist of russia nikolai baskov glanced at the neighboring garden. there, a dark-skinned moldavian woman gathers grapes. i blush. i turned pale and suddenly wanted to say let's meet on the shore of the summer dawn, spending a new maple, a green leaf in the spring i'm in love and embarrassed in front of me, a green captivity has grown full of holes carved. and the dark-skinned moldavian woman answered the guy, vlad partisan moldavian, we are gathering a detachment today early. partisans left their home, the road is waiting for you. r partisans in the forest stand, scaly maple green new heat, i am