here you well the yes yes mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm mhm Victoria Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Oh-oooo Victoria Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Her name was Victoria In year 3, she met Horia More importantly, she met Folia And then she believed, that in a love story, yes Her mother is not Florida Money is not a problem, it comes from somewhere But just like wine, just like black Everything changes at once You see that the bar is closed The lights are off There is no talk of Paris And the evil has won The pain is indescribable This is the sad ending You see everything, but it doesn't seem Look at death, how it walks through hospitals On the table, we don't feel pain Victoria doesn't die Oh-oooo Victoria Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Oh-oooo Victoria Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Oh-oooo Oh-oooo Oh-oooo Oh-oooo Oh-oooo A film by Come here, you too, come here Here is Sulina There is Bucharest And over there is San Francisco, fucking San Francisco, his mother With a mouth of matropox, I'll get to San Francisco immediately With a mouth of matropox