tsurkva, and ў vossevs zhyli batskyushka sa -syabruk-jackets, troubles of yana, not pamirai, not narajaother one, so i know, there was such a broken little girl, she walked with us, i’ll torment you and the mutilations of our sustrezza, she’s gone tsa on the beach... shulki sat down, drank , they ate, the pakul was not right, and it didn’t bother us with anything, the cab was spreading, here ’s the bush jumping husband, and how are we fooling the tsurbalkas, so hell, that day i couldn’t fall, past this month they called it dzyakavich . oh, i’ll go on my arms, well, yes i am, my dear aryprugam, chickpea me, chickpea me, that my sweet aryprugam, chickpea me, chickpea, pa mora pavodzits, well daya, well daya, i don’t talk, well daya, well daya, protsi myali don’t talk, well, yes i, well, yes i i remember, yes. thank you, dear gaspadars, who set the table, the great delicious porridge foraging, god bless everyone, asabenna to that little one, may you grow up healthy, strong ones, and my dear wife, let’s get ready, thank you so much oleg for this work, for that wonderful performance, for the