, after i heard mike naumenko, i thought that why not write stories, without this lofty word of poetryere, pictures like these with people, so i wrote a song for the first time, i played it, as i remember now in the city of krasnogororsk, there was such a feast, the whole feast suddenly clapped, and i... became proud and began to write further, as a result, then it turned out to be a whole album a bunch of songs, well, the first song in russian, which was, winged elephants, this is from there, yes, yes, thuy. i opened my window and saw the usual vulniday, a crowd of metro people, a crowd. respectable townspeople pushing you and running headlong to work, and i got bored looking at this bekatnya. and i was about to close my window, but suddenly i saw winged pink elephants flying to nowhere, and then i realized that i needed to go there, to the elephants flying to nowhere. our flight was like a dream, there was a lot of sun in it, the gray world melted away without trace. you to i flew to the stars, i wanted to know the stars warmly and i’m glad that i met them, i was lucky, we sleep and