The river at sunrise enchants and excites the soul
The brunette is sitting on a bench and playing the guitar
In summer, everything blooms and smells, life boils and everything breathes and hears the sky, mountains, lake, trees praise the creator
A smooth row of coniferous trees against the background of the dawn green belt
And outside the window autumn is knocking on our door again
Bunches of white and red grapes on the table and in the basket
Dew in the night; the edge of life and death; the imitation game
High mountains and at the foot of the mountains there is a road
A fantastic road over the fog, going to the building and around the destruction