Why did I decide that everything should do
From the lyrics of this winter Peter Sarukhanov / "New" Sometimes, when the ice is fucked under the sun of noon or a waist stream rushes along the curb, I am covered by simple, peaceful, vile, Very Russian, by the way, feeling - everything will cost. More precisely, these feelings are two, and both are quite Russian. The soul without them is lonely, like a forest without birds. It is unclear where I got, that soon everything will collapse - And why decided that everything should do.