If life under the heavens
There is a lovely spirit,
Then he is like you;
I'll tell you a reason:
Impossible!
* * *
Do not you dare poems Barkov
decently translate,
And even the name of the
I dare not utter aloud!
* * *
When, lean and the bright,
She stands in front of me ...
I conceive: “on the day of Elijah
She was divorced!”
* * *
Bindings, ties, do not be sorry,
Fun ride with me.
—
I raisins
He coming to mind,
Cukkerbrod
Does not climb into his mouth,
fruit candy is not good
Without you, my soul.
