Thoughts in my head do not let me sleep. Bad thoughts blow up the brain
Autumn, nature, and let the dry branch of the tree get ready for winter
Let there be a light bulb with deadlines and a muzzle
I'll decorate the cottage with a swing and plant a scarecrow there, let the crows cry
Brown gelik stands in front of a pedestrian crossing, lets people through
Daisies in the meadow: let's collect and tell fortunes
Let the blizzard bring us a holiday, velvet, New Year