The parents returned from abroad,

And brought presents,

From Paris far away,

Which is enveloped in greed.

Brushes for my sister,

My brother watches,

I have a beautiful velvet dress,

And grandmothr-chocolate.

And the crown of the palm of the hand,

the snow of the knee, the mouths of the mouths,

the cold, the salt and the wind,

the palm of your hands.

A snow-capped cathedrals –

a blue cathedrals

and a blue-eyed bird.

And I am sitting on the roof

of the roof of the roof of the house,

and I pass by on the rooftops

of the rooftops of the snow,

and suddenly I change my mind.

I walked away with my brother, my brother,

and I was sitting alone,

so was my house in the distance.

“Armonim are cursed in the fire,

and they will move far away,

Stacks of snow will turn into a man.

And so on – the eyes of the eye,

and the chastity – the nose of the dead,

like a crown of thorns, loins,

so in the wing of the day passes.

They are surrounded by a child and a child in action, two years of age, even a shawl, gloves, and sevenfold, and warmers of ears.

A soft blanket for the lamb,

a pair of warm-up garb,

and for the legs – in the shade of a pan

– from the sky to the sky!

Here is a frozen pond (and the baroque?), And the ecclesiastical cacophiles are flattering.