ryer. 2, 3, 4, faster, two, three, have you seen kolya, yes, 3, 4, goodbye, comrade, see you next time, you haven’t seen kolya, the spring night has come, hid everything around, again i’m looking forward to you, my friend, where are you, where are you, where are you, my beloved friend, i’ll be there until the end. i’ll meet you, wait with you, where are you, where are you, where are you, suddenly my beloved, i’ll be waiting until dawn to meet you, and you the only one at this hour of the night. the young moon mysteriously whispers to me, where are you, where are you beautiful, my beloved friend... the street is a square and bridges, only the moon is frowning, what ’s not, what’s your name? and i'm a bullfinch, maybe you heard me, friend, it's not going well, the working class has gathered for a cultural event, and instead of a legitimate rest, he's getting a lantern. you're marching, but i can't, young man, where are we going? all the girls came to improve cultural life for good people. so this is what a hero is, what can i say, it’s your job again, what kind of arbitrariness, regime o