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
Lovers do not watch the clock, even when it is dangerous
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