Howl your wrist, brave man, three days and three evenings,(2) with moine tyonki porskuve. With your wrist, I lead the way on Sunday is my wedding day. (2) Then you should come to Chetvortak intended to separate. Yours to be yours (2) may it be halal for you. That we caressed each other a lot caressed and dragged let's not zoom in from this desolate enemy. Enemy what they don't do(2) they ruin an arranged wedding married people separate.
