Cleaned up, washed the dishes, ready for the next task
The beauty is almost in the crib and ready to roll in a soft bed
A blonde standing in the pose of a dog and beckoning to herself
The beauty of Denmark, hornbaek, the quiet surf gently brings the well-aimed stones to the shore
Don't be afraid of me, I'm afraid of myself, because I'm called a little mew
They said that the language will bring you to Kiev. I don't understand how?