and we will not desert you, we will play my hand will be tomorrow povali y lord said. alexey lyubimov all of them fight money. and my soldiers and in the war for the oath will say to give will be asked by god before the anime to shuffle the apocalypse of the stars, glasses a mug of vodka thrown, lord have mercy. well, like a soldier where without war in the blue monet, he puts on donuts of doves with swamp wings, no one wants, lord have mercy, and we are soldiers in the war. the theme is circling the sky, and the white dove, wings rinsing silence, no one wants to die for cheese, lord have mercy, and we are soldiers before the war. i remember the songs barking of dogs on christmas nights, accompanied by an accordion from the window, i won’t forget how the last evening the moon floated brightly into the sky . the aroma of flour the fragrant smell of wild rights and poplars rise above the twigs along the undulating streets. slabs, village street here among the passer-by all their own, village street let them always talk. through it’s a pity that i’m familiar, i won’t find