The artist plunged into the album that turned out to be an image the colors are moving away
Me, my friend, find out - after all, I am a Babaika
Dropping the sad light, the lantern looks out of the darkness
A comic book character smokes a cigarette and lets smoke out of his nostrils
The window still won't come out on the battlefield and not only on
Money (coins) are pouring right out of the blue sky