Family group "Kumy". Oj kumy do kumy...

It has started to rain. May be, it is sunny or rainy in your parts now, but here and now it is raining. Even if a hot southern wind is blowing in the street - it doesn't matter. These eyes are so intricate – they look inside and see what they want. Let’s take this album as an example. Judging by the external entourage, it should be simply cheerful and facetious. But you look inside and find out that there are so many different things there - from laughter to sadness. Still, they are not strained. Songs simply flow, one by one, and easily overflow from one mood into another. Still, it should be like that. If a song is known to you, it doesn’t strike you with an arrow, but creates a riverbed for thoughts, and there they flow the way they can. As for you, you only look at them and observe their games, as if they were silver fishes and you were observing them somewhere in the depth. Sometimes such a fish appears on the surface that you have nothing but wonder where it has appeared from. And the river is flowing, and the thoughts lie down to the bottom again – to wait for a new wave.