seryoga shibkin electric guitar semyon lepyoshkin bass. seryoga radygin, drummer, vladimir kornienko, aka roots, thank you, zhenya, thank you, apartment owner, see you. roots, but with whom will all this take place, only with you, and of course, i don’t know how underground it will be, but if i go through it with anyone, of course, only with you, i will see a kiss. there is no destiny for this meeting with you, only for customization, only for customization, you capricious vovka, taking the opportunity that he will cut out everything that is unnecessary, but they need to leave it, it’s not this that we will leave, let's cut the song. your love accapella from the soul , and this feeling is stronger than life, and these but sound and sound, to be born in me, your love, like the song of the soul, and for the sake of this love. let it sound without words, shine like a moyachi, arthur wants to punish kharlam for stealing a shipment of weapons. konstantin promises to pay for his younger brother's honeymoon. tatyana understands that by doing this

something there, well, something, that's a good idea, by the way, the team is what we're called, semyon lepyoshkins, sergei rashchupkin, electric guitar, that’s what we are called, our humble roots. the dots of yellow lanterns and the faces of well-fed people, why do i need all this , shooting range racks, casinos, magazines i’ll throw out the window, why do i need all this, on my lips, dust from songs, they are already so many years old, yes, i know the world is small, but then why, i don’t breathe with anything, because only you are like air, and i ’m probably like you, you’re like air, and i’m probably like you! i embrace and risk being where these winds blow, everything anyway, the sky is closer where you are, dreams come true along the shore, the sun is closer where i am, so i know what it’s like to have no heat. and of course, i remember that open door, the warm wind in my face, and now look, you’re around, i’m inside, only you are like air, and i, and i risk being where it blows, these lethars that blow, everything anyway, na-na , somewhere in the room is empty, again the walls will tell me