Pid cloud yavіr abductions,
There’s a lot of bonuses on him,
Hearing, sweet, like that little bird sp_vat,
But love doesn’t beat anything good.
My dear, ty, focus is one,
Having loved me, the cha is not rik, tai is not two.
Chi gave me drink?
We can’t, dear, Nyak without gravity.
My lane has been bewitching for a long time,
The same woman is fooling around chornobriva,
I won’t see any kind of light,
Hotz will be promoted to my youth.
What love is God given?
Chi le moge dyablom pidseptana?
If you don’t want htiv, then love musish.
I want an encore not htіv, about that mash tolerance.
Pіd with a cloud yavіr greenіє
Look, sweet, like that winter.
Mauger virve єgo with roots,
My dear, that will be with us.
