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you are my melody, i am your devoted arfey, the days that we have passed, they remember... the light

of your tenderness, all melted away like smoke, your voice is lost in the distance, which made you forget. the melody of love, you are my doubt, secretly on a long journey, through the rains, i hear the autumn, yes

, bitter forgiveness, the king is the farewell of the glow. your voice is lost in the distance that forced you to betray the melody of love.

you are my calling! the song left by fate, the battle, the singing dropped, arfey knew, betrayed by you, become my universe. revive the silenced strings, return to the inspired heart

melody of love. a berry will fall into the forest with its generous ripeness and surprise you with its sweetness. the berry will make you stupefied, the bitter berry will be cut off, oh, fate is steep, like a hill, but

nelana brought together sweet berries, then... only gorska, gorka and berries, two buckets, i don’t know what’s wrong with me. why does it grow like this? a sweet berry only in the spring, a bitter berry all year round.

on my twisted line, you laugh, look after me from the window, they picked sweet berries together, bitter berries, i’m alone. they picked sweet berries together, gorica, berries, i’m alone,

all our meetings are separated, you. destined the stream near the amber pine is quiet and sad, the coals of the fire are covered with timid ashes, now it’s time to melt away, my dear, forest sun, where in what parts will you meet me, my dear, forest sun... where in what parts will you meet with

me, the wings folded the tents, their flight is over, the seeker spread his wings, the plane departed, the gangway opened, slowly moving backwards, now... indeed, an abyss has formed between us, dear sea, forest sun, where in which parts will you meet me, my dear, forest sunshine, where in what parts you will meet... with me, don’t console me, i don’t need words, i need to find a stream here near

an amber pine tree, suddenly through the fog a piece of fire appears red there, suddenly it’s waiting by the fire, imagine me. my dear, forest sun, where in what parts will you meet me, my dear, forest sun, where in what parts will you meet me.

madam separation, you and i have been friends for a long time, that’s the thing, letters in an envelope, wait, don’t tear them up, i’m unlucky in death, i’ll be lucky in love, letters conve. wait, don’t tear it up, i’m unlucky

in death, i’ll be lucky in love, your honor, madam, luck, for whom are you kind, and for others, where? 5 grams in the heart, wait, don’t call, i’m unlucky in death, lucky in love , nine grams in the heart, wait, don’t call, i’m unlucky in death, lucky in love, your honor, lady foreign land,

you hugged tightly, but she didn’t love, in the affectionate net, wait, she doesn’t catch me, i’m unlucky in death, she walks in love, i’m unlucky. death will be lucky in love, your honor, lady separation, you and i have been friends for a long time, that’s the thing, letters in an envelope, wait, don’t tear them up, don’t

i'm lucky in... i'm lucky in death, i'm lucky in love, letters in the envelope, wait, don't tear it up, i'm unlucky in death, i'm lucky, eh! just one chance to show your strength, who wrote the poem about the scattered man from basseynaya street, what family was

the last owner of the world's castle, to demonstrate. your intellectual potential for the whole country, the main thing is, of course, your knowledge, well, how savvy are our participants, let’s find out right now what the hockey expression “to throw off the cuffs” means? maxim, the players are preparing for a fight, mikhail sanata, sanata, sanata, clarify, absolutely right, the smartest and bravest gather here, so we visit and...

watch in the program of the city of belarus on the belarus 24 tv channel . these eyes are opposite the kali board. about the lights , these eyes opposite are brighter and warmer , these eyes are completely tea-colored, these eyes are opposite, what is this, what is this, let me fall, let

sentimentality and sadness, opposite my pain, these eyes on the contrary, that’s the power of fate, that’s it the power of fate, fate has brought us together, just don’t let us down, just don’t let us down, just don't take your eyes off, something happened. this spring something happened to me and everything happened to me. around, as if then, where suddenly this is a disaster, but something happened, we feel, what

has changed, us or the world, we need to know what happened, but not ourselves. and heavenly do not explain,

lieu, you are warm rain, snow is falling, i am at the entrance, standing in front of your house, waiting. that you will get through, or maybe not, as soon as i see you, how happy i am, it’s strangely funny, our world is structured, the heart loves, but it won’t say, but its love, i live here, and you don’t... you love mine or no, who is better than to admit , to hear, no in response, but i’m afraid to hear no,

in my desk for a long time, under the second books, there was only one letter, and maybe not the first year in one of the quiet alleys, his with someone is waiting with hope, and maybe... and not for the first year in one of the quiet alleys, someone is waiting for him with hope, it’s raining, it’s snowing, you’re so

close and far, and maybe you’re destined to find out what i wrote to you alone, a long time ago, you promised me a dance during this leaf fall, the music sounded all night, filling the garden. i've eaten these leaves, there's no respite gave, and their eternal

carnival was celebrated with joy, i love, i love, i want to confess this to you, i love, i love, so why? i have to hide this, white wings, white wings, white wings, not earthly flogging, we loved forever, we loved. we loved each other in the spring, snow flakes.

white wings, white wings, white wings , unwinterous flight, we loved forever, we loved forever

, beat each other with deathless, for those who will morning with voices, who see the world with loving eyes, for those who are ready to go around half the world, loved ones, repeating names, three months autumn, 3 months summer. and three months

of winter and eternal spring, three months, oh, seven, three months, summer, three months... there is winter and eternal oars, and we met by chance, my most

important person? century, i bless that accident, and am grateful to it forever , i’m scared to imagine now that i would have opened the wrong door, walked along a different street, not met you, didn’t find you, i’m scared to imagine that i would have opened the wrong door, another if i walked down the street, i wouldn’t meet you, i wouldn’t find you, and it doesn’t seem to be a secret that people with pain and dreams always meet by chance, equal sinners are holy.

i’m scared to imagine now that i would have opened the door, i would have passed on another street , i would not have met you, i would not have found you, i am scared now to imagine that i would have opened the wrong door, would have passed on a different street, and would not have met you at all... radiating love and tenderness , i keep anxiety in reserve so that an accident will never separate us in life , i’m scared now to imagine that i would have opened the wrong door, on a different street... i

didn’t meet you, i didn’t find you, i’m scared to imagine now that i wouldn't open the door. another would i walked along the street, didn’t meet you, didn’t find you, what wonderful songs they wrote, now a little, imagine, i’m scared for you. that i would have opened the wrong door , would have walked down a different street, would not have met you , would not have found you, i’m scared to imagine now that i

would have opened the wrong door, would have taken a different street, would not have met you, would not have found you, more fun, more fun, i look like i'll walk around the city , i'll cool my head, i 'll cool my head, i'll look at the stars, look at the moon, and... i'll look at you, i'll knock on the little window, i'll knock, dear sweetheart, i'll talk, forgive me, our boring life, on me don’t be angry with the stupid, everything

that was, everything that was, everything that was passed, shook, vilified, led back to the house, everything that was, everything that was, everything that was passed, shook , vilified, that again... brought me, boil some potatoes, we’ll sit with you until dawn, we’ll talk, sing songs , and despair strong. well done, look, good one, look, they are showing mercy, caesars , but it’s not spring outside, well, if you want , let’s kiss, everything that was, everything that was,

everything that was, it’s gone, it’s gone, it’s been reviled, it’s back to brought home, everything that was, everything that it was, everything that was, then passed, shook, vilified, again to the house, led. everything that was, everything that was, everything that was passed, shook, diarrhea, brought back to the house, everything that was, everything that was, everything that was passed, shook, diarrhea, again led to the house, led to the house. when i play the guitar, i will quietly lean in, carefully and carefully, i will touch the string, it will respond,

the ringing call will fill you and me with kindness. from dawn to dusk, from dark to dark, and love speaks, the pain of a guitar string, from dawn to dawn, from dark to dark, and love speaks, oh guitar string, from dawn, yes dawn, from dark to dark, speaks of love, oh guitar string, from tsar to tsar, from dark to dark, and love speak, guitar string, a woman danced for 40 years, for these the most, for 40 years,

for what the husband is, what he has, what he doesn’t, for the burgundy lipstick, for the dress. a little bit, not for the currency from the chest, here ’s the allotment, it’s not in vain that she took care of the colorful ones, and her feet remember how to dance and one, two, three and grace. although, of course, they are no longer those

who drove you crazy in the dark, but they can still take a small step influx, everything that was forgotten, that, and so that played again, straight, and so that the forbidden dock was nearby. forbidden, he doesn’t look, but he came and could have sipped wine, and it’s such a shame, the whole age of one, albeit unenviable, but after all , a woman of her own danced for 40 years, for these same garden 40 years, and the one who is so dear... he walks not side by side, but to the side,

and his legs remember how to splash, and one, two, three, kick, although of course. but already, you have gone crazy in the dark, you are a fat woman, for 40 years, for these very, for 40 years, for being a husband, for what you eat, what you don’t, because of your lipstick. burgundy color.

to become one of your own in a foreign country, do not definitely be born there. no, not like yours , no, more beautiful, well, yes, at my place, not at his place, it’s enough to behave at a party, like the host of a show, like at home, where we landed this time, and i think a fairy tale, two foreign students will open . belarusian customs for yourself, well, okay, are you ready, yes, of course

, let's go, well, wait, where are you rushing, let 's take photos first, introduce belarusians to the cultural characteristics of their countries, well, they'll get punished, let's try here. here we are trotting the french baroque with elements of saxon embellishment. gets himself nepatoorny palace, great jumpers, byzantine architecture. which has passed its hour with a bang, yana sur'ezna floated on

the starazhytna, so the old-time russian style is called, and all that is rightly remembered by the kans of the 19th century, this is the same for the tsalka palitichny 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 this el cartouche gave just like a vidzitsa. card sennya, uyaulenne, hto gaspadar, chy geta budynak. the pseudo-russian style of such people has its own culture, the theater as a center, public events in the city, she said. the truth is that the racial empire is here for the worse and worse. gladzitsa is the main project of the architecture of belarus on our tv channel.

autumn is coming. the leaves are giving away, the autumn garden again, the same path, the same eyelashes as many years ago, i want, i want everything to happen again, all the flowers, all the dreams, everything. stars for us, from then on, forever, no matter what happens, you and i are on the same path, every minute and every hour, remember, we met,

do you remember, we met, we are a golden... dawn, we promised, we promised, fidelity for many years, i want, and i want everything to happen again, all the flowers, all the dreams, all the stars for us. since then forever, no matter what happens, you and i are on the same path, every nickname not every hour, many years, many years of happiness and troubles,

sunshine and joy. pain and adversity equally for two, i want, i want everything to happen again, all the flowers, all the dreams, all the stars for us, from then on forever, no matter what... happens, we are with you along the way, every day every hour,

since then. forever, no matter what happens, let us go, every minute and every hour, every moment every hour, every moment every hour.

there behind the forest there behind the rivers are enchanted songs. there the brides dance until midnight, there the violinist again conjures the bow and kisses the string, like a young girl soaring at the gate, sing on nightingale nights, the string knows no sorrow. when you don’t know sadness, everything will come back again, whether it comes back or not, so many years have passed. and apple juice flows in my soul, play,

play, rivet, play, i remember my distant ma. oh, like an apple blossom, it flew like a weave, and a weave fell, a colored scarf, like an apple blossom, flew like a weave, and fell off your shoulder, a colored scarf, like an apple blossom, flew like a weave, and a colored scarf fell from your shoulders. oh, one squeak, i didn’t bring it dearly, this is skribke music,

from sadness to smile, like a path to the gate, where love lives, where? you are my path, where there is a colorful scarf, a blade of grass is bitter on your lips, instead of warm words, with nightingale nights, sing the string, don’t know sadness, never know sadness, everything will come back. will he come back or not? so many years have passed, the light of the apple tree flows in my soul

, play, game, play the violinist, my distant one, like an animal from an apple tree, flew like a feather, you fell from your shoulders, a colored handkerchief, like a light, flew like a tree, and fell from shoulders, a tray of color, like the color of an apple, flew like a pine tree, handed over from the shoulders, a colored raft.

khіm shopatam pages are messed up, and hell horses are not

hidden, not hidden, the leaves are yellow, what do you dream about, the fishing line sticks to the cat, the fishing line sticks to the cat with its tangle. patched, autumn covers the earth, autumn covers the earth, beautiful, beautiful, yellow leaves circle over the mountains, s tsikhim chopatam and approach.

yellow leaves over the city circling with a quiet whisper on the footsteps getting screwed and you can’t hide from the autumn and hide, tell me the yellow leaves.

the yellow leaves are circling over the city, the stikhin shopada is lying on the ground, and you can’t hide from the canopy, you can’t hide, the yellow foxes, tell me what’s wrong with you. what

do you dream, what do you dream, he carried, no bouquet of lush dews, no tulips or lilies, timidly handed me, you are very modest flowers, but they are so cute, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, bright may, hello, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, white bouquet, although their outfit is not bright, but the aroma is so delicate. they have the charm of spring, like a song without words, like first love , like a first confession, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, light, maybe i can’t even hear little voices, lads, a white bouquet, and you know, dear friends,

when this song sounded at the beginning, it scolded in all the newspapers... that she was so vulgar, in one sad magazine it was written that songs like lilies of the valley were shaking our political system, she didn’t do anything, she didn’t shake anything, just at the time when she was written, we were like that poor, beggars, we could not give each other roses, tulips, but in a bouquet of clamshells in moscow in the spring, on every corner there were women with baskets and selling these charming flowers, and every... young man could give his beloved girl this lovely gift for 15 kopecks lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, bright may, hello, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, white bouquet, i don’t believe that the years extinguish feelings, sometimes, i have a different opinion,

i believe you will be there every year, even if... even if many years pass, you will give me on spring days, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, bright may, hello, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, white bouquet, for the last time, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, my bright one, hello, lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley, white bouquet, you and i met in the middle of summer, we were

blue, the sky was light. i will thank chance for this, that you appeared in front of me. i embellished my embarrassment with a joke, and also secretly thought to myself that i would only call you forget-me-not, a blue and delicate, sunny flower, forget-me-not, forget-me-not, sometimes one minute, sometimes one minute. means more than a year, forget-me-not, forget-me-not, i live in a fairy tale as if i’m not forgetting you, not i'll never forget.

this is how fate befell us that we had to separate, even your name is unknown to me, all that remains is for me to meet you on starry nights, and even then in a dream, i stand worried. in a telephone booth , my friends found your phone somewhere for me, i dial the number, hello, forget-me-not, all my life

i would only like to call you, forget-me-not , forget-me-not, sometimes one minute, sometimes one minute, that means more than a year. forget-me-not, forget-me-not, i live as if in a fairy tale, and i am forget-me-not, i will never forget, forget-me-not, forget-me-not, sometimes one minute, sometimes one a minute means more than a year, forget-me-not, forget-me-not, it’s as if i’m living in a fairy tale, and i’m not forget-me-not, i won’t forget you.

what impression does a person have when visiting our country? oh, i remember these scales, these roads, these beautiful stalin buildings that were built, architectural monuments that are in minsk, somehow it happened that until now, even though i already live here every time, i always smile and think, what a beautiful mints, what is it?