There are onion rings on the board, there are potatoes on the table next to it, there is black bread and there is a herring on the board
Snow Maiden Monica is ready to accept gifts under the Christmas tree
On the worn boards there is a block and every little thing for life
At the table, the key to the heart is in your hands
When there is no money and you have to pay for an apartment
There is a girl lying on the bed, who has a bare chest
There is a slender row of helicopters above the clouds