And the lamp does not burn, and say lies calendars,
And if you wished to tell for a long time something to me,
That tell.
Any is deceptive a sound. More terribly silence,
When in the heat of fun паадает from hands
Wine glass.
And the black office, also waits in a trunk a cartridge.
So it is silent that I hear, how goes on depth
The underground car.

On the shelf area. Darkly in the end of a line.
And in a receiver these many years later
One hooters.
And somewhere will slap a door, and wires will tremble.
Greetings! We will be happy now
And for ever.
Greetings! We will be happy now
And for ever.