and a smile, oh, thank you, without a doubt, will suddenly touch your eyes, and a good mood , let molsheva to know, than to say goodbye, than not to part with this field. ed, my dear, i can’t stand the separation, you write to me, but the lines float in the fog, you understand, i can’t stand the separation, you save me me, save me from this torment, or my heart will break into... pieces, no, my dear, everything is not so simple with us, the noise... of the prospects is calling and teasing me, you know, everything is not so simple with us it’s just that i’m not inviting you to visit me in my room, well , every prozrnik will go to the city, no, my dear... i’m not a bit shy, i’m not servile, they say, i’m a simple village, you know, i’m not stifling a bit, i’m giving it to you braid your big love into your hair like a forget-me-not. no, my dear, i’m not going anywhere. our copper pipes have long been adopted, autumn is yellow sends from the bridge side, where we still love each other a little, but no one needs yesterday’s dreams, we are nothing to each other, and this makes it easier, it does