A fairy tale comes to the forest, snow is like a blank leaf The brush bathed in multi-colored paints They begin to draw their own hands After all, talent cannot be hidden and lost Maybe my creativity will raise doubts I just can’t cope with this inspiration Maybe you think this is disgraceful I just can't cope with my fantasy There is nothing tricky about doing miracles The forest laughed with a bright palette Because children love to draw After all, talent cannot be hidden and lost Maybe my creativity will raise doubts I just can’t cope with this inspiration Maybe you think this is disgraceful I just can't cope with my fantasy With your imagination I can't cope With your imagination Well, what else is there to draw?
Наверно поэт якорь Even cute Россия звжигай я россия я россия я россия я россия мне похуй то что хочу то и базарю мне похуй на ваши санкции нам нихуя не дали ВСЕ ЧТО ПОМНЮ!!