dance, sing, oh, take a walk, your favorite artists meet the stage, sergei trofimov, somewhere in londons of the worn-out cab mistresses, there are no places. you will find, playing on the stock exchanges, turns into the usual british gobil, here the order of food is unchanged and simple, like the queen’s parliamentary throne, the influential pound, the bourgeois imperial tree continues to grow, and i live in russia, at the most extreme point of existence and... i i live in russia, it’s just my homeland, in this wild power, bound. washed away by dreams, it’s unlikely that life will become easier for days, but this is my home, the chestnut tree is blooming on saintclair boulevard, in the mestral got lost in the bois de boulogne, and the glass of burgundy wine is shaking, the sacred groel is slowly rediscovered, here is one people, respect. years, and i live in russia, from the most extreme point of existence, i live in russia, this is simply my homeland, in this wild power. skova has been a thing of the past forever, it’s unlikely that life will become simpler for days, this is my home, i

significant, like these fairies of ours from the house, in a word, winter is on the threshold, stage sergei trofimovy city is about to set sail, like a ship with a holey bottom, to rejoice from the cafe, sheepskin coats, skates and hats, wrapped in a quotation scarf, or maybe a scarf, on the threshold, missing roads, the feet of ordinary people are tap-dancing the townspeople, winter on the doorstep, summed it up, and locked them in perlock to meditate, charabanc songs. in a warm, cozy bed, i would be up to i slept so much in the evening, it’s still the beginning of the week, there’s so much work, and i’m tired, and a cup of cappuccino doesn’t seem to me a reason to get up and dive into the abyss, into the battles for... capital, something, winter is on the doorstep, the roads are gone, i’m dancing a tick , legs, ordinary townspeople, winter is on the doorstep, beat the results, locked the bear. frosty lace is about to flash on the dim windows, the rays of the frozen sun will hide in snowy sleeves and for more than six months, the evening water forecast will determine the nature of our nature, winte

will not leave fans of the show without a gift under the tree, in our new year's concert sergei and lisa trofimovest, we took a christmas tree home from the forest, there are so many colored balls on the christmas tree, pink gingerbread cookies, golden cones, pink gingerbread cookies, golden cones, let's stand under the christmas tree in a friendly dance. fun, fun, let's celebrate the new year, lower the decorated branch below, us treat us with a chocolate fish, treat us with a chocolate fish, in a small christmas tree, it’s cold in winter, we took a christmas tree home from the forest, we took a christmas tree home from the forest, there are so many flowers on the christmas tree, pink. happy new year, your favorite songs will add mood and make these winter days special. indeed, wonderful music and well-chosen words, multiplied by the talent of the performer, give birth to the most incredible, most beautiful new year's cocktail. in the holiday concert at the first, johnny and mot, be my fire or waterfall, be mine the sweetest poison, without you everything seems to go out. sparkle, love me like a