Now he was in the room, took out of the closet his winter sweater with a cap,
I decided to measure, suddenly the girl on Skype called, I was so in a swimsuit and sat down with
to communicate, she dropped me a file "Song about the summer.mp3", I sit talking with her,
I listen to this child’s song... Mom came in, I sit in a jacket, in a cap with a fur,
I listen to a song about summer and talk to the monitor... Now she thinks I smoke.
The grass. and ((