The rays of the sun make their way through the trees on the outskirts of the forestThe rays of the sun make their way through the trees on the outskirts of the forest
The rays of the sun make their way through the treesThe rays of the sun make their way through the trees
Gold is a mark, but how many unhappy people did he makeGold is a mark, but how many unhappy people did he make
Five years ago, it makes me so mad when you can't find a person before you dieFive years ago, it makes me so mad when you can't find a person before you die
Drawing with an unlucky fisherman - on an ice floe without a fur coat and without fishDrawing with an unlucky fisherman - on an ice floe without a fur coat and without fish