He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
We came to the sea by the impreza car . We are going by ship to another city
Acorns saying goodbye to an oak leaf cling to each other
It's nice to walk around the house and the road naked
The cat presses its paw to its muzzle, trying not to laugh
The road to the field leading to the hills. Blue sky