and we are yours. mo and you, our lady radivna, you have a classic coach. well, what’s left?y , during the war, they wrote something, yes, i wrote, i wrote, i released, more precisely, a song that i wrote before the war, but today i was driving in traffic and i had 10 minutes of free time and pits were thrown by such and such reshetaivchik well, i can show them they haven't felt the fire from a cannon yet, they still don't know what lyuba is capable of when you are ready to be the last one to give to a stranger who was left without a home when you are not able to endure violence from those who were a nice neighbor just yesterday one day after giving your life's efforts to together with the country to kill from under the summer against very soon to them the power is what they did to the so-called brother everything rage with machine guns whistling cannons burning huts about which no one with dad cries the people lack of light famine and frosty wind they will cover them until we with the whole white world finally close all the windows with them and while it is silent we do what