i don’t know, but in fact, they love me, yeah, i think that they love me, and since they chose me for the second line, they all voted for me one hundred percent, i was very pleased with it, i love them too i love them and answer them honestly and truthfully, well, then i wish the most important thing, probably.

in your case it’s definitely health, the rest is obviously what you have, you don’t plan to lose it, but health is such a thing, there will never be too much, let there be health so that you can implement all your plans, and this is the place every year it became better and bigger , but at the same time it did not lose its real roots, thank you very much, thank you for your wishes, thank you, it’s very nice, i’m convinced once again that sometimes... even the most unpleasant, most tragic events that happen in our lives, happen for a reason, our hero is a living confirmation of this, we really want vitaly’s farm to become more and more beautiful with each new year, we wish him good luck and move on to meet other brave belarusians.

hell of a great god we found ourselves in such a state a sad memory of your own and someone else's. caress the machy on us, and i will hear the fairy tales, the springtime goalkeepers, the dry spirits, and the full spirit of praise.

hell, i'll be sure to remember, there was a lot of katam on the tree, and that old amshalytyn, who lay down like a frog on the katam, and hell, i'll have such wonderful dreams. the secrets of the ash are clear , the dew will not dry, and the opalmen will fly.

there is a lot of thoughts in my lands, the songs of the stars are yawning, my sweetheart is crying, i know everything from the old days.

as the years go by, the words on my heart are sweet, and bitter here, like a star, and

i will forever be in mutual pain with the cry of autumn without... with me the unspoken family and the innocent heart took away from here, my hillock dawns in clinics, bright sims in the distance. whose heart will always dream of the miracle of the homeland

, marie nagorka, miracle of crap, let it be... you are my long way, i will fly to you as the first bird, i will scoop up your songs, i am going again, into the white dew, here i will recognize you by the star. the long-tiered cats began to fly, my first song, nainagorka, shine in the princes, an unforgiving light

in the distance, faithful to the heart. will always dream of the wonderful native land. a faithful heart will always dream of the wonders of the earth.

i won’t add it to anyone, i won’t add it to you, maybe you ’re not a topper and yourself, don’t love anyone, just like me, just like you, and only the song of may. for

your sake, the memory of sotsen vachey, sunbathing, from afar , bright eyes, don’t look at others, let me know, if only you give your heart to me. where the sun shines brightly, i rejoice at us, i won’t give it to anyone, i won’t give it to you, maybe you’re not the best for yourself, i won’t give it to anyone...

when the morning dawns with a vague dawn and the streets are still empty, but i already know that there will be a wonderful day, because you are in this day! when the whole day is dull,

the lazy rain mutters, the leaves flutter in the wind, behind the gloomy darkness, a beautiful day will come, because in this day, you are always there. my love is with me, with you alone , the years will pass, i don’t need more happiness, just so that you are always nearby, i’m ready to argue with the wind, i’m ready to go down the mountains, to fulfill all your dreams, and there’s no one in the world than i

couldn't be happier because i have you. my love is always with me, with you alone, years will pass, i don’t need more happiness,

so that you are always nearby. yes, i’m ready to argue with the wind, i’m ready to move mountains, to fulfill all your dreams, and there’s no one in the world happier than me, because i have you.

only the first climbers on the palyans were heard, mats swirled over the awakened ropes, swirled, swirled, swirled, swirled mats, the sun was heavenly. the wings of the little mothers, the little mothers, the little mothers, and the couples slept on the squall with vasilko, and

they grew up in the arms of the mother. there is dirt on my hand, there is dirt on my hand, like a little one in my hand, they were young, they were mating, like frogs, matyli, young matyli, young matyli. all and spring, the patched maples are hushed, cranes and martles are melting, cranes and marmosets are melting, and cranes are melting.

call the klilovs, help me say a word about love, the one that rises like the dawn, the one that is mine and not mine, the one that rises like the dawn, the one that is mine and not mine. gorky buttercup, buttercup, yellow, light, why am i alone with love, the one who comes like spring, the one who is a wife and not the wife, the one who comes like spring, the one who is a wife

and not a wife, but a draft that is not prickly, explained that i missed the chance of love, the bird that blooms, the one that comes and doesn’t come, the one that blooms, the one that comes and doesn’t come.

ivan tea, lilac flower, call, help me say not a word about love, the one that rises like spring, the one that is mine. and not mine, the one that rises like spring, the one that is mine and not mine, the one that is mine and not mine, the one that is mine and not mine.

i’m sending you a letter from 1945, look at the picture, my dear friend, it’s me and our guys, look how young i am. the special mountain of the front-line newspaper looked out for us, and clicking the watering can, took the address with us, and we again went to where the shots were, look how young i am, it’s spring all around, the left is blue, the sun is hitting our eyes and not... wife

leaves for us to live and live, to live and to love and to give love on earth, and we again went to where the shots were, where the bombs exploded and there was an ominous battle, we went forward to win, to survive, even... at the most terrible cost, the earth became covered in blood in the fires, and we fought a fierce battle for our lives, and our comrades fell to the ground next to us, each was just as young, there was spring all around, the sky was blue, the sun

was shining in our eyes. and didn’t want the way i wanted to live and be loved and raise children. live on earth, i didn’t hear how the light bullet whistled, how i fell and became the blue earth, how i became a cable, a pure song, look how young i am. i’m talking to you on the forty-fifth, look at the picture, i’m alive in it, don’t let the damned war happen again, let it be peaceful,

the sky is on you! we should live and live, live and love, this to preserve peace on earth in order to live and live and live.

we are in a hurry, we are in a hurry, we want to catch the time , we catch it, but not always, there is a fair wind, how long can you live like this, forever running, hurrying, sharp. happy, i want to discover where is this island , where is this island, where is this island, where is my distant, saving island,

it’s not easy to find this sunny island, it won’t be easy, it won’t be easy, it won’t be... rozhda, there’s this circle, everything i’m torn apart, not to be happy, i need a lot, now i live. maybe already in the morning, the island is happy i will see mine, where is this island, where is this island, where is this island, where is my distant,

saving island, i cannot find this sunny island. it won’t be easy, it won’t be easy, it won’t be easy, i want to live brightly , to sail to the island of happiness, i want to have very little life, god to a familiar world, a home where they won’t say no, such an island. well, i’ve been for many years, where is this island, where is this island, where is this island, where is my distant, saving

island, it won’t be easy, it won’t be easy, it won’t be easy. it won't be easy, it won't be easy, it won't be easy. sunny island, sunny island.

you need to be happy at home, you need to be at home, a guest, so that your soul can be happy, and not the holy thing, remember your daily life, don’t forget, like a neighbor’s treasure. remember,

like a dear day, there was a conversation behind the syabrowsky table. don’t forget how evil the marozes are. klyamka solder pyache,

palyucha, and hell on your steel, vokan fresh odorous bread. you need to be at home for a while, you need to be at home, not a guest. so that with your soul you become a part, and

it’s not the sacred things that are needed at home. we get to see each other often!

until dawn the music sounded, the velvet season was coming to an end, we said goodbye to you at the pier, and summer suddenly went away like a dream, and summer, and summer. and summer suddenly passed away like a dream, again it sounds lonely among the gentle waves. the accordion again, i’m in a hurry because i love you, and it’s placed among the affectionate goals, it sounds lonely, so the galbion, again, no, i’m in a hurry because

i love you. you will quietly tell me, goodbye, i will only come to call you, and it seemed that this was goodbye, i had a sea of ​​love, i had a sea, i sea, love the sea, my body. hey, again among the affectionate ones, it sounds lonely, accordion, again i’m in a hurry because i love you, hey, and again among the affectionate ones,

it sounds lonely, accordion, again. affectionate ones, the cardon sounds so lonely, again i’m in a hurry, because i love you all, because i love you, because i

love you. gali viesna. my zakukue, dzyadzyulyaulyaetstsa ranitsay, you jump into another tree, my sister and i are with you, i’ll guess everything that’s sweet to the father. that

the father cared so much, forget that everything was hell, hell, hell, hell, hell, atysho, guess everything. what did you yearn for us, dzyazyulya , the ringing bells of the vushchars, forgot how she walked with her husband, greedily for us until the dawn, i rejoice everything

that is dear to the father. that the father cared so much, forget that everything was hell, hell, hell, hell, hell.

those days i’m not going to crash, i’m not going to die, i’m not going to let you know, i’m going to forget it, hi sirs advuknuzza, hell for another. when i fall home in a dream, i’ll guess everything that was dear to the father, that was dear to the father, forget that everything was crazy, cooing, breathing. i took a bite, damn it!

art glass, visually light, on it’s hard to the touch, and it also sounds. how do the hands of a master transform a shapeless mass into a work of art? let's make sure that the usual glass or bracelet is much more than just a serving item or decoration. watch the fashion for culture project this weekend on the belarus24 tv channel. we introduce you to the architectural memories of belarus from different eras and centuries. here we are

trotting the french baroque with elements of saxon decoration. the palace itself is unpainted, great jumpers, byzantine architecture, which has passed its time with hryshchenem, yana sur'yozna floated on starazhytna, that's the name of starazhytna-russian style. and that’s all that the kanza of the 19th century remembers, this is the main project. let's look at their history and basic facts. gets cartouche, not looking at changes in time, wars, different penal codes, could acquire two heraldic plots. the softening of such an elcartouche was given just like a business card by the sonnya, yayulene, who is the gaspadar, who is the geta budynak. the pseudo-russian style gives such chyns their own meta. the theater, as a center, public events in the city, seemed to be true, that the racial empire is here for a reason

. gladzitsa ў prektse architecture of belarus on our tv channel. the smoke melts into the distant shore, into the shore of my youth, as the years go by we grow sadder, cranes screech in the sky , and you are probably drawn too. the ghostly distance, and sometimes you, like me, feel sorry for something, sorry for the sea, there is no monster, and

the wind has no trace, so water, fast walkers, flowing quickly like water, only better in the evenings, don’t call the white one , although it seems like yesterday we were talking about love, look how loud the morning is, how... and about the hour of light, this it means very wisely, life has decided everything for us , let the sea have no ford, and the wind has no trace, all hunger, fast-moving, fleeting like water, this past has returned, like dreams... and again, this is just our youth, we are not wants to let go, and you, probably, are also drawn

to the ghostly distance, and sometimes you too. perhaps, just like i feel sorry for something, it’s a pity that it’s by the sea, there’s no ford, but the wind has no trace, it’s a pity that the waters are fast, quick as a grab, it’s a pity for the dodge, there’s no ford, and the wind has no trace, it’s a pity, that the years, starkhods, are fleeting like gates, far away, the sea has no kind, and the wind has no color, it’s a pity,

pines, pines, across the forest, the redwoods blossomed here, and our galas hummed, pallas of color, veras, floors of my rose veras, i and the pine would not have passed away, kali if only the spring would have sunk my money, if only the spring had not set the heat on fire.

the fire of the gun faith, spring, spring, spring, spring, sleep of justice, and our galas were ruined. where the views of the flowers fell, my light was a pair of young dreams, i come here in sultry and sultry, the spring sum did not ignite, the sir

will be gone again. the fire of guns is overflowing, stars, stars, peraleski, uspamina, uzyshli praleski, patterns of the spring race, and...

you do not believe in my dumbness, even if i suddenly fall, even if i leave, they are not going to the ground, i am not going to the ground. i will go into song, apples will not greet autumn, stars will fall into the grass, while songs will sound on earth, in every song i live again, and bring down the fishpond. if there is

blue water, the leaves will tease in the wind while they are on the ground. there is love, i won’t die , friends, i won’t die , let the streams rush into the valley, let them wake up in the gardens, nightingales, i love this life, that’s all my songs, i sing for the sake of this love, you do not

believe in my dumbness, even if i suddenly fall, even if i leave, i will not go into the ground, i will not go into the ground. i will go into song, and the blue rain will fall, the leaves will reflect in the wind, as long as love exists on earth, i will not die, friends,

and the blue rain will fall, the leaves will shake in the wind. and as long as there is love on earth, i will not die, friends, i will not die, and as long as

love exists on earth, i will not die, friends, i will not die. the carcasses are glaring, not packed in the nests of anyone, in the dusty forests, in the fall of the forest.

it’s clear, this is our couple, we’ve been blessed with a gift at home, and the mothers of our ancestors will be clear about it. seen above the forests, the shrine is winged, and the mirror fell like a sprinkle, there are beads circling over my native hatai, dear mother may! the hell of the krynichnaya water on the lips of the harczynka, on the harsh flesh of a mischievous

hand falling, from the edge to the edge above the ground, the cloud is swimming, like the hustinka is swimming, because the mother has left the crayfish. seen above the forests, the winged eyes fell and the gaze fell.

there was a circle around my dear uhatai. the newly awakened bird quickly woke up and at the same time from song and circle developed. although there is no

guilt here, because white demons smell like dreams, because white demons smell like dreams.

that white demons smell of dreams, that rightly i dream of dreams, that rightly i dream of dreams,

the soft scents of the acno fell asleep in the middle of nowhere, the young belarusian gallya boy knocks in

the akno, and you will see the white light. let this thoughtful hell, like the winds of past winters and

years, become fiercely acquainted with me.

and i still feel the noise of the lasso shawl, my childhood has hushed up. a dream is dreaming from the best dreams, byarovsky is wonderfully holy, a dream is dreaming from nilepshikh dreams, byaroski dilnae saint.

clear without a word, i’ll go out in the early morning to fumble for the salam, your hands, sweet hands, jumping chicks , and your voice smells of heat, anyone of mine knows. i'm with you, i'm with you, and you, and you're behind me, i'm where the eyes are, at hell's, at my father

's bunk, the water of hazel greens, i'm breathing, i'm drinking, the skies from the spring, the winds of theirs are blowing, that's the blue i touch the earth, like your breath, i touch your laurels, and the bitter heat of your voice, know, my love, i am with you. i am with you, and you, and you are with me, where am i, my little sons? you with me,

good night, write to the pack, yours voch, karnykh voch, don’t advodzyats hell to me. and it has become dark, and it has just begun, i can tell you what they say to me, and i hear your voice, know my love, i am with you. i am with you, and you, and you are with me, i give you little shirts in

one, i sense the sound of your voice, know my love, i am with you. i am with you, and you, and you are with me, i shared the bells with one.

we met in the summer on a deserted beach. you ran in a white dress, beat in the wind, i ran so happy in love after you, and love was white for us, and love was white surf, sea surf, sea surf, don't run away, stay with me, don't run away, stay with me, sea surf, sea merlin, sea merlin, it's time to say goodbye. answered, disappear and in exactly a year he will find us here, here your

eyes were bathed in the whole huge white light, here he confessed his love to you, you answered, no yes, no no, i don’t know what happened, what suddenly happened to me, what to me my soul was disturbed by this gentle surf, sea surf, sea surf,

i’m leaving, i’m leaving, be sure to write, i promise, i promise, don’t call late at night, in a year i’ll could return on this day at this hour, the surf will rustle, invitingly invites us to visit, sea surf, sea surf, don’t run away. with me, don't run away, stay with me, sea surf, sea pier, sea sadness, it's time to say goodbye, missed the mark, but happiness is right through the nose, it will find us here, sea surf, sea surf, don't run away, beat me, don't run away, beat me, sea graft, sea pier, sea pier, it's time to forgive. i shouted everything, but happiness, right through the nose, will find us here.

thank you for the wounds to me, what is in the sky it’s the end of the day, for whom the battle has fallen

and will never return, alesya. be, dark-skinned, shaggy, be, a flock of growths, sleep lasting, ringing with the spontaneous morning birds, and crying, gone, packing for me, zolon. and the fogs, the scorching trees, it’s a pity, with many agonized gifts, as i lamentably inflicted stage wounds, the bastards and the serts couldn’t turn them off, i’ll never come

back, alesya, i’ll be gone. it’s gone for a while and you won’t come back, alesya, be the sounding, be the mushy, be a flock of

dusty growths, an astounding forest.

if you love our dear belarus, please rosy edges are popping up, i mean tsaper, chama is blazing, cranes are on the pallet.

spagadlityya eight nebuzhnyya, not replaceable. and the land of this little woman of the skin of the virtuous creative work

of belarus, our dear rooftop of the land, is to be remembered.

kablubitsa belarus our dear, you need to visit different lands, do you understand what you are? i'm worried about digging zhurammi in the field.

do you remember ghana, happy mament, who gave us hope, nyaboshchyk mintsent, we have peace of mind , peace of mind.

i’m not a big hat, shchyry, and you knew the caresses from behind my back, but you’re not a man i tried my best, my tongue hurt me, i was angry, and then i didn’t dare torture myself.

mala sertsam don’t dare, gradulka-ganulka, clavek is wiser, i’m not as good as a horse, chyny, like a horse, cherenya, good evening, my dear, where are you going, tell

me? good day, long live, good evening , dear friend, where are you going, tell me good day, long life, i live lyarechanki for vady, forgot the ride from the vyady, i live lyarechyk for vada, forgot the hut for evil yes, i pastaul the horses kala varot, as well yes zyauchynachki na parog, adchynі, zyauchynachka, adchynі, sama i won’t harm myself, i won’t harm myself, because you’ll press the whole leg, i won’t harm you.

for the past month and at once, get out, go ahead, zevanka starada, i’m pasturing my horse to hell, go ahead. lebanka dear, i wish i could shake my heart, i wish i could give you a gift, i would love me, i

could give you a gift, good evening, darling, where are you going, tell me a good-bye, long live, good evening, darling chynachka, where do you go? , will you tell me something true?

not in the valuable garden, melons in the charnitsa, may the dear sun not come, that zatulіtsya yana. goyu, then a hundred shepchak for you like this, that zaturets, i ’m on your hand, then something like this for you,

and no more, no more, patsalavac.

any vusny vusny pasaladzelі minutay bees panalazelі.

walking through your patched top, you feel the evening,

you feel the evening, you feel the garden, on your thin shoulders, grazing the night at a time. here i am with you , i am enchanting with the fogs, i am completely shapatly washing, i am enchanting, i am enchanting, i am whimpering.

i'm white, i'm ripe, at the distance of yours , you're whispering to me the words of hell that i'm whispering to you, evening, enchanted. seasoned may, here i am with you,

in the fogs i enchant you, vasya, i wash you, i enchant, i enchant,