XXX: There was a joke in the bus
In the ears music plays, kitsch
XXX: And music, well, what a brighter, alive. The song is old, I know it. But something is not that. What a strange but pleasant musical path.
XXX: I really liked it. Go to the playground to see what version it is.
XXX: Nothing found, everything as always
Then I raise my eyes for minutes, and in the bus the Gypsy is playing the battlefield.