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P.Bulakhov. Do not stir up memories
P.Bulakhov. You did forget me
P.Bulakhov. No, I do not love you
P.Bulakhov. I love you, over the years have not forgotten
P.Bulakhov. Your silken tresses
A.Gurilyov. You do not understand my sadness
A.Gurilyov. The age of young, beautiful
A.Gurilyov. And boring, and sad
A.Varlamov. What do you too early, the grass, which, yellowed
A.Varlamov. You are my darling
A.Dargomyzhsky. I loved you
A.Dargomyzhsky. Parted, we proudly
A.Dargomyzhsky. I still love him
A.Dargomyzhsky. Night zephyr
A.Dargomyzhsky. Vertograd
A.Dargomyzhsky. In love I'am a virgin-beauty
A.Dargomyzhsky. She dressed mists Sierra Nevada
M.Kuss. Green cherry, red flower
M.Kuss. Like our own, at the gates
(C) 2011 Russian Compact Disc
