The red McLaren is standing on the platform, a big city is visible on the horizon
The dust is a pillar and he is ahead-this handsome Lamborghini
The spirit of Christmas is in the city. The holiday is coming to us
The beach, there is a pole on it, against which a bicycle is leaning
The city is falling asleep, the mafia is waking up
There is a book, a phone, a gadget on the table and there is a monitor
Universe. It is limitless. It's dark. But it is illuminated by the stars
I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
A long-haired man with a beard in a military uniform is sitting at a wooden table on which a combat saber is lying