come back, potekhin, alexey potekhin performed for you. leftist, leftist's heart became faster, she the sound of a fire, but what can you do, how a horse gallops, well, come on, in short, a fire is burning, the trees are rustling, amen, you can make the sound of trees, i don’t know how to make the sound of trees, but what can you do, how soap bubbles burst , come on, it's burning fire, the trees are rustling, and i take out homemade caucasian wine and pour it, rukhin, make a sound as if i’m pouring wine, i don’t know how to make such a sound, but what kind of sound can you do, as my father admires, come on, the fire is burning, the trees are rustling, i i pour the wine, oh-oh, super, and philip kirkorov says a toast, you know how to say a toast, right? of course, the music will fade, the project will end, alas, one bright star will go out, but even if the jury tells us today, no? and now my dear friends, leave me alone with my viewer, well, with yours, ours, what was yours has become ours. we just rehearsed all day, i didn’t eat anything, but it was somehow not comfortable with them