, uh, conflict, well, at the end i want to give you a gift, you remember, in one of the besogons we had a song by a wonderful, young singer nastya ivanova, she sent us her new song, its called a warrior of the spirit, i really want you listened to it because i am absolutely convinced that this song is just for those who are in our line. Towards the barricade , the snow is sweeping away what i dreamed of, the wind is flipping through, my thoughts are in silence, the starry sky, the bark carpet, without being woven, there with. My pattern, bright colors, i will splash out on the mave to revive the sima and add light , in quiet prayer in the temple the soul will soar again, against the old window frame, i will lean not. The soul, only the light, saving me, householders, there is no fear, i will straighten the krill into the field, take away the spirit, we will check on the lips, it will cover the earth, hope lift it up. No, even if you fell, and gave me permission to go, and you live amon
, uh, conflict, well, at the end i want to give you a gift, you remember, in one of the besogons we had a song by a wonderful, young singer nastya ivanova, she sent us her new song, its called a warrior of the spirit, i really want you listened to it because i am absolutely convinced that this song is just for those who are in our line. Towards the barricade , the snow is sweeping away what i dreamed of, the wind is flipping through, my thoughts are in silence, the starry sky, the bark carpet, without being woven, there with. My pattern, bright colors, i will splash out on the mave to revive the sima and add light , in quiet prayer in the temple the soul will soar again, against the old window frame, i will lean not. The soul, only the light, saving me, householders, there is no fear, i will straighten the krill into the field, take away the spirit, we will check on the lips, it will cover the earth, hope lift it up. No, even if you fell, and gave me permission to go, and you live amon
, uh, conflict, well, at the end i want to give you a gift, you remember, in one of the besogons we had a song by a wonderful, young singer nastya ivanova, she sent us her new song, its called a warrior of the spirit, i really want you listened to it because i am absolutely convinced that this song is just for those who are in our line. Towards the barricade , the snow is sweeping away what i dreamed of, the wind is flipping through, my thoughts are in silence, the starry sky, the bark carpet, without being woven, there with. My pattern, bright colors, i will splash out on the mave to revive the sima and add light , in quiet prayer in the temple the soul will soar again, against the old window frame, i will lean not. The soul, only the light, saving me, householders, there is no fear, i will straighten the krill into the field, take away the spirit, we will check on the lips, it will cover the earth, hope lift it up. No, even if you fell, and gave me permission to go, and you live amon
, uh, conflict, well, at the end i want to give you a gift, you remember, in one of the besogons we had a song by a wonderful, young singer nastya ivanova, she sent us her new song, its called a warrior of the spirit, i really want you listened to it because i am absolutely convinced that this song is just for those who are in our line. Towards the barricade , the snow is sweeping away what i dreamed of, the wind is flipping through, my thoughts are in silence, the starry sky, the bark carpet, without being woven, there with. My pattern, bright colors, i will splash out on the mave to revive the sima and add light , in quiet prayer in the temple the soul will soar again, against the old window frame, i will lean not. The soul, only the light, saving me, householders, there is no fear, i will straighten the krill into the field, take away the spirit, we will check on the lips, it will cover the earth, hope lift it up. No, even if you fell, and gave me permission to go, and you live amon
, uh, conflict, well, at the end i want to give you a gift, you remember, in one of the besogons we had a song by a wonderful, young singer nastya ivanova, she sent us her new song, its called a warrior of the spirit, i really want you listened to it because i am absolutely convinced that this song is just for those who are in our line. Towards the barricade , the snow is sweeping away what i dreamed of, the wind is flipping through, my thoughts are in silence, the starry sky, the bark carpet, without being woven, there with. My pattern, bright colors, i will splash out on the mave to revive the sima and add light , in quiet prayer in the temple the soul will soar again, against the old window frame, i will lean not. The soul, only the light, saving me, householders, there is no fear, i will straighten the krill into the field, take away the spirit, we will check on the lips, it will cover the earth, hope lift it up. No, even if you fell, and gave me permission to go, and you live amon