A cart with green grass and bright flowers growing on it against the background of the night sky illuminated by moonlight
It's not just a curly-haired puppy, it looks like a plush toy
He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
Shall we start cooking? And first we will cut the onion
We are the windows of the windows under the black stormy sky
In the fog we see how the stars have become in the form of a horse's head
Our parking is the most reliable. We put the coolest cars