Character: Andrew Bee
- Although I’m not a forged one, but if you turn up, you’ll have to collect the teeth one by one from the ground!
Bent willow above the river
She wanted to fuck the Riptide.
She mourns from morning to evening
Still waiting, and fluffy, its spring.
Bent thin as the sky is clear,
But loneliness is not overcome...
Ah, willow-willow, a fluffy braid,
Like me, my beauty, can I help you?
She wanted to fuck the Riptide.
She mourns from morning to evening
Still waiting, and fluffy, its spring.
Bent thin as the sky is clear,
But loneliness is not overcome...
Ah, willow-willow, a fluffy braid,
Like me, my beauty, can I help you?
Quote Explanation: The song "willow", music: B. Mokrousov, lyrics: A. Sofronov.
