On the basis of musical genres

On the basis of musical genres To the islands Mi, La, Re Znov is spreading in the mandri My very young Gray. The red coins are raised, The string is tightened Salt... On the steep slopes Yogo checks Assol. Gray's respect has been lost, Compass - violin clef... With our hearts unprotected I'm catching the little smichka. These notes of unearthly melodies - God's gift to people. Harmony barv display Smile on the palette of everyday life. Dragging behind the window, Move into the buried word: This is the greatness of Music Line, as in eternity of language.