The summer field is only not cultivated. Oh turning blue in the distance
The joke is not, I did not hear on an orange background
The ballerina did not hold back on the street, lifted her dresses and began to dance
I don't know what you want me to do I don't know what I am
Do you remember your school years? What color were the desks, chairs, and blackboard
The morning rays of the sun break through the tree trunks