The last deceased
outgoing
Don't lie to me
The smell of smoke - is lovely
Wherever i meet you
in white of Highs - ?
I 'd tell you one а wise - a thing i think to you :
That anyway - i-kill you !
Not even virtually - but in figurative sense
That is today in Russian meant :
That : - i love You !
" - Rita , Rita
4i sure - Маргарита ...
yea ! - "