On the platform, I was standing at the Vagon, I asked
His hand is not omitting, but because it is not endured.
This is the sky and these people did not let me go.
Do not leave, cute, I know everything can be returned,
Do not let go of my hand, I lick the finest thread.
Looked, I found out, did not lie, I remembered,
Your letters kept and what is not your business with me.
This is the sky, and these people did not let me go.
Do not leave, cute, I know everything can be returned,
Do not let go of my hand, I lose the finest thread.
This is the sky and these people did not let me go,
Do not leave, cute, I know not everything can be returned,
Do not let go of my hand, I lose the finest thread.
On the platoon from the car, I stood, I asked, on the platform ..
