A Distant Friendship in Music

<|nb|> <|nb|> Engy, my fiesta, my person, no mote.

You are so dazzling tenderly beautiful. Serker may be far away

but his sense the sound. For you my engy, my best friend.

Engy, e-e-engy From distant Moscow E-e-engy, do you hear

this tune? The sun melts the ask for Mexico City, you dance to

the rythm that open in your heart. In cold Moscow remember you laughter,

you are my person on my sucsess, my sunshine. Engy,

engy, to the rythm of salsa looks. Engy,