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Under someone else's music, only women perform dances. And dancing just under his.

- Still can't...
- Can't what?
- Have fun, sing, dance... do Not be-Yes! Yes, Yes, Yes! And so forth...

Don't be sad, get her favorite record
And say to yourself quietly that you are a super DJ!

Dance! I said dance!
You of my own accord.

Each pepper heart beats,
Planet and people twisting-turning,
And if just a little experience,
Twist all that no hitting.

Let's show these dudes from Moscow
How to dance hip hop we have in the neighborhood!

Let's show these dudes from Moscow
How to dance hip hop we have in the neighborhood!

Read on the fence: "Come on DJs!
Play especially for advanced guys!"
Throws the door came steep peppers!
No tickets? Then let's nalagam down tight!

And at the same moment
He sped away
In the neighboring yard to the barn
And there danced all night
With some rat gray
And she's young.

The music rocked.
Took out the cabinets, somewhere under a very alien sky, strange hot stars, maybe palm trees.
Under the spotlight, to the Pacific coast, where white sand and icy cocktails.
And ladies in dresses is so light that those sailing them through the air, I repeat any movement.
He sang the singer.
He knew every word
every note of this strange giddy dazzling world
knew as the host.
He perfectly led. Firmly and smoothly.
Gently and confidently.
If I knew in advance all the movements,
like everything is exactly what was intended with the creation of the world...

You dance in the rhythm, while the Motherland beats the drums of war. Our struggle is more important than your balance.

A good dancer, but somehow... without a soul.

In my dance 42 figure. They will have time to see only one.

Dance is beauty and tradition. The elegance of step and turn power. Our dance is an honor... and the last that I'll see our enemies.