Get down, brother, shuffle those feet, shake a little boogie to the sound of that beat.
She's the target of every eye...including eyes only science could create.
Они живы, пока мы помним. И мы живы, пока мы помним
Baseball needs no translation
...the fleeting emptiness, inevitable pretense, necessary concealments of a clandestine love...a mature theme that neither evades the issue nor spares the spectator.
...за который не скажут спасибо