The high-speed highway takes you into the distance
The place where you want to be at any time of the year
Ilya Muromets, where did you see a stone with a pointer here?
The sea the beach the sand the shells are not toys for you
To collect a lot of blueberries, you need a cultivator
How I want to unlearn now where there will be only me you and the sea
Looking at the picture you inhale the aroma of frosty fog