Вовочка звонил, я так скучаю по нему:З
When the mouse died and their souls are already rotten
We have decided to kill the meaning of life from which life becomes dull
Cares for mice because all the people
I don't exactly everything, so I am dying with them
My soul is crying in heaven
I somewhere in the desert, oh
I decided to do it
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