and suddenly, unskillful, not brave, you don’t grab, nіdze, the white one. i am ripe in the distance, at your distance, you are shaking me with the words of hell that i, evening, enchanted, hardened, are shaking. may, here i am with you

, in the fogs i am enchanting, vaselka, sad, new, enchanting, enchanting, piercing.

i know that the past few years have passed. there are scenes of moss paralyzed,

all the bumps were growing, and everything is falling and became to me, so sum is sum and price. i’m in the garden, there’s deafness, there’s a lot of grass, there’s all the grass, mama, who the ranch was, nope, what the ranch was, and only the inscription. veranika, and only the inscription

veranika. what is the greatest similarity between zen and beginning, you my dearest

above, no more than what used to be. there is nothing like what used to be, and only the inscription veranika, and only the inscription veranika.

what is more similar to zen began, why is your sweet name higher, no matter what the darkness was, no matter what the ranch was. and only the inscription of verogika and only the inscription of veranika, which can be applied

to a person. veronica, in my dear name, come on, we are faithful!

the nightingales sang without getting caught in the beginning of the day. storm clouds swept by at the beginning of the day, dreams and desires were not drowsed away, in the heat of the day. past

love, i was life, forgive me. thunderstorms of the soul are bright, do not remember the glory, for all human sins, forgive me. the dawn is melting, the heights are darkening, the shadow is bowing, somewhere in the distance

, friends, relatives, strings are waiting for us. and burst into tears, ringing, past love was bright, forgive me, the thunderstorms of the soul are bright. do not remember the evil, for all human sins, you have forgiven

me.

the sadness of the soul is bright, remember no evil. for all human sins, forgive me, forgive

me.

my dear, if you weren’t dear, forget about you , i’m running out of strength, more than once... i’m drowning in my thoughts, and i’m soaking in my soul, and i’m soaking in my soul there, just like

a foot in front of me... to that flock of patomchak of that jumper, a narrow bed of wings, and a tree with a pair of piles, and a life above the water. yak young hour kahanannya! khlaposhny evening of beauty!

i love the tsyabe, my berakh are dear, dze letsinyom sredravodny, friendly charming oaks, a flock of tsyaper zhy over the water. my dear darling, how dear you are to me, forget you, i have no strength, forget you, i have no strength,

my dear darling, how dear you are to me, forget you.

a new year's miracle at the hands of our fellow countrymen, a belarusian factory of christmas tree decorations, where christmas ones are created.