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We are not afraid of snow or wind
We are writing a letter to Santa Claus
And we don't dream about the rumble of the cosmodrome or this icy blue
We cook cherry jam without a stone in the basin
Here we, chny cold grandfather and darkness
We rejoice in the last , warm days of autumn
Today there is a disco in the jungle, today we will dance
We track the bmw racing in the races on the m3 highway
Today we bought an orange purebred cat coone
We are waiting for the offensive in full combat gear
We see fields on a rock growing out of the lake
Sometimes we all need warmth