Простота - не всегда квинтэссенция жизни.
The winner belongs to his world, to charisma.
He always takes care first of his brain,
if anywhere he finds chain..
Second of place, where he tries to eat,
Then of his face , to make smile a hit.
Chains burns my mind,
Chains lightening fear,
After deep process "a chasing a deеr"
My deаr rider , your charming eyes
Follow me widely, give me а chance ..