Anyone who doesn't feel like it right now doesn't have a clue.
Song
Whoever doesn't feel like it now doesn't have a drop of sense, ; The spirit is already slow in him, he doesn't write a single tree that throws. ; Oops lily stalk, oops, oops, oops, ; Starry-eyed little girl, tell me who you love. ; I love this, I like this, ; The cherry tree writes, its branch bends, tülülülülülülül.