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ArtistIn the middle of a cramped city, very close The miserable world of the Moomins spreads. The land of new times, the land of reality. The life of the Moomins is full of sorrows and worries, Summer they watch, closer to fears. No needles in their stomach, no food, only bad times. Moominhouse is locked tightly for the night, hello Moomins. When the light rises and the stars disappear, hello Moomins. The people weep and the hills are silent, You don't learn life at all from the Moomins. Hello Moomins, hello Moomins. Grandpa never wears his hat, Mamma is without her bag, losing her life. Sniff doesn't care about anything, Snork has nothing to invent, Her sister's hair is gray and dull. Hemuli no longer collects anything, does not find joy anywhere. Moominhouse is locked tightly for the night, hello Moomins. When the light rises and the stars disappear, hello Moomins. The people weep and the hills are silent, You don't learn life at all from the Moomins. Hello Moomins, hello Moomins. Moominhouse is locked tightly for the night, hello Moomins. When the light rises and the stars disappear
In a serene forest, a whimsical scene unfolds with a cozy hut and a character resembling a Moomin. Another character, dressed in blue, curiously explores the path amidst blooming flowers.