happiness is given, to meet silvida yet, there is only peace. hold on to the sky, there is only a vicy mih, between past and future, that’s it, it’s called life, it’s called life, i would like to wish this moment to be as bright and long as possible, thank you. let's try, near the forest at the edge of the forest, winter lived in a whirlwind, she salted snowballs , darling, she twisted yarn, she wove canvas, there were ice-cold trees, and there were bridges over the rivers , an ice-cold ceiling, a creaky door that came down... like a wall, it was prickly as you stepped over the threshold . everywhere, and from the windows the rocks are blue-blue, the ceiling is icy, the door is held together by a rough wall, the darkness is prickly, as if you step over the threshold, everywhere, and from the windows the threshold blue, blue, went hunting, dropped silver, planted a thin moon, a crystal bucket... what she made noise, tare the horse path, and after the shine hurried to rest from the gun , we sing, the ceiling, the ice door, screaming behind the rough wall, on prickly, as you step over th