There is such water in my father’s case!..

There is such water in my father’s case!.. Licorice is tender, like copper is perfumed. You can give everything for it: I cut, and the remaining bread crumbs. Ivan-tea and Loboda grow there, Like ballerinas, their faces ran together, I'm exhausted by the steppes There is also a word for the cold. There to clean the feathers of a young lelek, Who can ever dream of such a dream? І woman, also from the paintings of El Greco, Walk in the evening along the water to the spring. And whoever said: if the hour comes - You'll just want to get a drink of water here. The first purchase, and the remaining one - From my father’s deep sorrow. That is the spring, where the water is alive, After this, we will no longer torment the sprague. Jesus will give generously to us sinners, Everyone is right on the water. Come and drink. The Samaritan woman drank yak, Vkrit with sins, mov with a heavy cloak. Come this evening and have a drink: The Lord still grants salvation to everyone.