we say goodbye to our audience, second hour our live broadcast is coming to an end quilori, maryaana murenkoot of coffee, we are leaving, leaving you nikita. belarus, cold water, cappuccina, eloquent instead of thousands. words, i’m trying to remember your name, and you told me something about love, about love , it was so long ago that maybe i didn’t dream it, i was with a friend, i was definitely not myself, they talked heart to heart, laughed, ate, drank , and then we went to you, or maybe you came to me, you i put a pink foil on vinyl, and acted as if i had known him for a long time, and in the morning i disappeared , this is in my style, now the blood has met, the cold one will fly, cappuccino, adverbially instead of a thousand words, i’m trying to remember your name, and you tell me something... then about love, about love, it will fly cold, like a reason, eloquent instead of a thousand words, i’m trying to remember your name, and you tell me something about love, about love, your eyes are burning, thirsty for a good place, you need to hold on to a glass of coffee, damn it 200 rubles, i