Life is in measured life.
Years have already passed, the soul is habitable.
Let's think more, take more.
The day is festive today, we’ll go to church.
We’ll drink moderately, here is spring.
The eggs were painted, Easter came.
The great joy, right from heaven.
I know Christ resurrected, correctly risen.
That's all - you can say the end
He lived as he could, that good, that scoundrel.
There is no feature, there is no explanation in it.
He lived as he could, sang songs and zones warmed.
Life is in measured life.
Years have already passed, the soul is habitable.
And the NS will not call, it will not call.
Who was nearby, he will not come.
So lonely we are for peace with ourselves.
The century lives only in the spring.
The great joy, right from heaven.
I know Christ resurrected, correctly risen.
That's all - you can say the end
He lived as he could, that good, that scoundrel.
There is no feature, there is no explanation in it.
He lived as he could, sang songs and zones warmed.
That's all - you can say the end
He lived as he could, that good, that scoundrel.
There is no feature, there is no explanation in it.
He lived as he could, sang songs and zones warmed. > That's all ...
