I am now coming to the kitchen for a tea drink, there a concert on television is scheduled for the day of the police. I am not in the subject of our stage at all. I see, the man sings, the head of the courtyard praide, the brutal wandering cat is very similar, and the vocals of about the same palette of tones and sound. And the stylish eyebrows on his face look no less strange than the penny in the eyes of a crocodile.
I wonder: "Who is this?", answer: "Leps."
Well, now I understand why he’s so popular... Charisma, gentlemen...