The sky is laughing, The wind is booming It's turbulent; The young man dances, Green wind Grayly. The heart woke up It's worn out... and from the nets The tuft itself... and got drunk Looks like happiness. And the sonstring Ring without sound Shchodenno; In a hot heart Palakhkotinnya Shalaine. Spin! No need!.. Bring back the shade, Thank you!.. In the licorice room, In the middle of nowhere I'm burning...
