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Tomorrow. . .

In the crowded sleeping quarters, in the cells of tenderness and quarrels, I will fall on the bed like a hailstorm.

Good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me, good luck to me, yo!

Look here, without lowering it, look here.

I know you didn't expect anything to come out of me, but I was always a stranger.

When everyone was chasing you, I was carrying your books and a foggy brother's sweater.

I wrote poems about love, she said that she would go out with the one who had hryvnias. Hey, hey, not much has changed.

It was as if the kitty had cried in the hammock, but life told us not to be afraid of tears.

Love her and come pet her, no, don't be afraid. For what price are you willing to hug?

Ha, you are my poor poor thing. I'm going to bed, tell me a bedtime story about how lucky we'll be.

In the crowded sleeping quarters, in the cells of tenderness and quarrels, I will fall on the bed like a hailstorm.

May I be lucky, may I be lucky tomorrow, may I be lucky tomorrow, may I be lucky tomorrow, may I be lucky.

Good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me, good luck to me, yo!

I sang myself in a hoarse voice. My windows, my youth in the windows.

My habit is to live like a pauper. Fuck me, I'm pouring gold from the poor.

You are my gold skill, you are my gold, girl with sunset on the lake, girl, hurt, work to the corn.

It's fuel to look like an alphonse with you, it's fuel to beat yourself on the temples with basses, it's fuel to buy yourself clothes so that you don't get dumb, as I wasn't dumb even at school.

Are you doomed or what? I will ask you: "Are you to fate or me?

"The feeling that I have a bunch of keys to stories, where I will be, like a polaroid.

I didn't recognize you by face, I didn't know that it would be like this. Cut off tree crowns in Volodymyr, another option is to leave

Volyn

The river took the river to Lviv late, the bandit smokes my sheaves without me, and I did not know, after the smoke, what kind of smoke, my beauty will melt like an ice cube.

In the crowded sleeping quarters, in the cells of tenderness and quarrels, I will fall on the bed like a hailstorm.

May I be lucky, may I be lucky - tomorrow. - Good luck.

Good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me tomorrow.

- Good luck. - Good luck to me.

- Good luck to me.

- Good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me tomorrow, good luck to me.

- Good luck.

- Good luck to me, yo!