i went on a spree through life, i ended up in a worldly castle , i got lost in life, i probably disappeared , now in bolobka, now in the forests, voices of goblin beckon, on the left there is fornication, on the right boredom, they give me voices, i rushed, but fell, got caught up in... oh , i understand that i was lost, tore my whole soul to blood, i went on a walk through life, as if i was in a dark forest, i got lost in life, i was probably lost, i went on a walk through life, as if i was in a dark forest, i lost in life, i’m probably lost, i’m lost, wolfish behind me, now he’s chasing me, cars ahead are waking her up, i’m her

i scream after him: “wait, i almost hit him, i went into the distance, what does he care about my sadness, he’s lost in his forest, he doesn’t feel sorry for anyone, i’ve been on a spree through life , as if i was in a dark forest, i ’m lost in life, i’m probably lost, i've been on a walk through life, as if i was in a dark forest, i've gotten lost in life, i'm probably lost, i'm lost. dishonesty is nearby, here it is, saliva is dripping from the whips, and i myself got angry, i'm angry now like satan, i went to hell break, left them in the windfall, it became easy for me to be free, at night in the forest it was like day, i walked through life as if in i got into a dark forest, i got lost in life, i probably disappeared, i went on a spree through life, as if i got into a dark forest, i through life.

i’m not lost, i’m probably lost, i’m lost, hey, together, hey, hey, i’m now in my forest, proudly bare, carrying, i know, if i’m lying, then i’ll save myself, so, why is it so quiet here, people , i walked through my life as if i was in a dark forest, i walked through my life as if i was lost in a dark forest, i walked through my life as if i was lost in a dark forest, i walked through my life as if i was lost in a dark forest , i walked through my life as if i was in a dark forest i lost weight and ruined my life.

i'm in, i'm lost in life, i'm probably lost, i'm lost in life, i'm probably lost, i'm lost, good evening, friends, i took a walk in life, like in a dark forest , hello, silvers, it's a great pleasure for me, a great honor to be here in this most beautiful place, this is my first time here and really... i didn’t even think that such a beautiful castle existed in these places, we need to come here more often, we will try to make this concert memorable for you, this year marks the 55th anniversary as i left the stage i started working professionally, 55 years old, during this time i composed a huge number of songs, so today i can sing different songs, it all depends on you, if you sing along, for example, we will sing along, people, then i will

sing those songs that can be sung together, if you just sit and watch the scene sadly, then there will be sad ballads, which is also not bad. in general, there will be a more or less interactive concert. by the way, the side that is more active is naturally where the artist comes closer. here we go, okay, remember how you walked in the steppe, you chose. your own horses, your last horse , i’m fire, the monk was always ready for you, remember how he loved you,

he walked proudly under you, as if from your hands... he ate bread and salt, he was so hopelessly brave in battle , above the hand and more in life belarus, how could you leave? with the blood of his wounds he warmed you, carried you forward and the wounded man wheezed, the waves drank and drank behind the stern, quietly washed my

native shore, and the sea surf glowed with fire, reflecting from the important eyes of the horse. let's sing! ye saul, ye saul, why did you throw your horse, shoot it, your hand didn’t rise. esaul, esaul, you left the country, your horse is under saddle, chelzhak. esalul, esal, you left the country, your horse is under saddle, cherzhanka, and now he stands tangled. the whip raised above him is trembling, there is not enough strength to break the straps, the horse has bitten the iron mouthpiece, if you know what awaits us in the future, you know wonka is carrying somewhere

, the whips of time are urging us on, they gave the horse and me the last chance, we give and... e saul, e saul, why did you throw your horse, shoot, your hand did not rise. e saul, esaul, you left the country, yours a horse under the saddle of a stranger. esau, esau, you left the country, your horse is a stranger under the saddle. so let's sing together loudly so that i can hear, and saul, and saul,

for. you abandoned your horse, shoot , your hand did not rise, esaul, esaul, you left the country, your horse is under the saddle of a stranger, esau, esau, you will leave the country, your horse is under the saddle of a stranger, and your horse is under the saddle of a stranger, thank you. so i understand everything, we will sing today, since we will sing, then i have a special song at the beginning for singing, when i am 85, we will already sing,

when i have these... five, i won’t lose this drive on every stage, just like many years ago, let everything have its time until it falls apart. sand, perhaps it’s too early to hit the brakes , of course, it’s a pity that my life is running faster and faster over the years, as if someone is pressing harder and harder on the gas, when i’m 85, i ’ll immediately get a buzz, and rise from the ashes to show, every time, we'll just live, live, live. to live and not to live, to live you have to live

, never whine, to live, life, you just have to live, i know 85, i will sing and compose, from the depths of the universe, download music, and looking into hall, i need to know that you are not in vain... with me again, i’m like before, i won’t let anyone get bored, we’ll just live, live like this, life, live and not, live like life, never whine, live, yes, to live, you just have to live, oh, people, are you singing there or not, otherwise i can’t hear it here. together:

when i’m 85, i’ll sing as before in life, wheeze the notes and play as if it’s a milestone, and if i stop on the road i’ll sway, friends. will help me by saying, let's hold on, let's hold on, let's hold on, let's watch out , let's watch out, let's watch out, tai, tai, tai, we will just live, live, live like this , live and... no live, live, yes live,

never whine, live, yes live, we just have to live, sing, belarus, oh, pa,

when we raise here so we all make noise with our left hand with all our might, this is the support of hall 3-4 with us. have not sung, my friends, so i can already announce. let's start our concert. i am not the same today as i was yesterday. the fresh wind lifted my wings, i tore the old skin at

the seams, i embraced the whole sky with new skin , it was not in vain that the fresh wind flew in, shook off the dust and opened the window for me, i have long been talking about the fresh wind i dreamed, a fresh wind, you and i are at the same time, a field, a field, a fresh field. the wind flew, a fresh wind flew through the field, i had long wanted it, a fresh wind flew through the field, field, field, a fresh wind flew through the field, i had been dreaming about it for a long time. i’ll tell him how it happened to me, how they treated me for freedom, how they wanted me to be blind, how it’s so easy to take everything away from a blind man, how they wanted to decide everything for me, how to walk, where to live and how

to breathe, how they wanted to forbid me . thief, but now i can’t be held back, field, field, field, the snowy wind flew by, into the field, fresh wind, i've been wanting it for a long time, in the field, field, field, a fresh wind was flying, in the field, fresh wind, i've been dreaming about it for a long time. today i am not the same as yesterday, i am hungry, but cheerful and angry, i have nothing to lose today , someone else will lose today, in the songs of the wind

the thoughts are very simple, except for the sky. another, this song rings to me from above, who doesn’t hear it, just deaf, field, field, field, a fresh wind flew, in a field, fresh wind, i wanted it for a long time, field, field, field, a fresh wind flew, in a field , fresh wind, i've been dreaming about it for a long time, field, field, field a fresh wind flew by, a field, a fresh... wind i've been wanting it for a long time, a field, a field , a fresh wind would fly by, in a field, a fresh wind i've been dreaming about it for a long time, a fresh wind in the field, i've been dreaming about it for a long time, it's fresh in a field wind, i've been dreaming about it for a long time.

we introduce you to the architectural memories of belarus from different eras and centuries. byzantine architecture, which had passed its time with a bang, began to float on the ancient russian style. and that's all that the kanza 19 stagodzia, this is the main palitichny project. russian style, it’s work and self-care. such memorable elements of that old architecture, which would have already become different. let's look at their history and basic facts. the theatre, the massive theater, would have been built up from outstanding red elements, and all this madness, i had a white color scheme, that worked in contrast and

madness, emphasized the emphasis on these elements. banks of 20 hectares. it was already planned for our father, there was a great amount of historical reminders with quarters for the supraconnika, looking at the project of the architecture of belarus on our tv channel. all our countries the cis went through a period of building a vertical of power, until now not everyone has built it, so where the vertical has been built, some kind of integration can be carried out there, the westerners creating some kind of networks there, they are constantly working to ungroup these internal forces. then the task is to ungroup our decision-making center so that we have a conditionally parliamentary republic there, there were some 10 clans there that hate each other, their task is to keep us in such a stateless state all the time, our neighbors sometimes hang horror stories, posters that say that if you go to belarus, you may stay there or not come back, lithuanians who are in the country, they see completely different things, they understand that they, of course

, live in an absolute information vacuum, with us only 160,000 permanently resident foreigners and 62,000 in the midnight silence you sang songs to me,

i smiled at you in my sleep, the night clouds rocked in my arms. the river of time has carried us into the distance, mom, i always miss you, mom, i go on rides and meet you, mom, how sad i am without warm ones your hands... the laziness of big birches, naive children's tears, when i scolded tutka seriously,

my mother left, asking for forgiveness, what a pity that i was once like that. mom, i always miss you, mom, i go and meet trains, mom, how sad i am without your warm hands, i sometimes. i’m afraid that sadness will settle in my heart, and i’ll refuse to come back,

mom, those childhood years, i know i’ll give everything to be with you forever, forever, praise, i always miss you, mom, i walk and meet trains , mom, how sad i am without warm ones your hands.

thank you, thank you, friends, i tried this , as lyrical songs go today, that is , we sing about love, yes, then i have a little surprise for you, the fact is that...

our children will not be born, they will not give us flowers, but we never parted, maybe, by the way, thanks to this song, now my family, and children were born, and my wife says: we need to rewrite, so many years have passed, and we, and you, our children will not be born, and i i rewrote this text, now i have new words and i only corrected it a little, but completely there’s a different attitude in this one... it turned out completely different. so, even everything. the stake broken

over the fragments, bending over in the forgotten reflections, you will see me again, and love to the crazy bird. breaks your window, we will dream of each other, we will dream, it’s all the same, my only one, betrothed to the wind.

illuminated by the light, my bright one, why do i need a king now, the stars fall into the seas, if you are not around, my soul flies away, we did not lose hope, in the hour when trouble came, and now we, as before, will be together forever, and our children will be born, they will give us flowers, the cold wind will disappear, our dreams will come true, my only one, betrothed to a bucket.

illuminated by the light, my bright one, why do i need a king now, the stars of the sea are falling, if you are not nearby, then my soul may fly. rushes into the sky into our hearts, we are not afraid of heights, this bitterness comes from the sudden emptiness,

in our broken mirror, you will see, bending down, the life lived through, returns ringing, my only one , betrothed to the light, this is my smeared, bright one, why should i now the charge, the stars are falling into the seas, if you are not nearby, my soul flies away.

women, support my towering guitarists, who you see are breaking the strings for you at the roots today. pasimmo!

friends, there is more to life than your hands! there behind, a white trail in the blue bush, there behind the stern, my house remains, in the ocean of foamy shares, since i create your sadness, sadness will melt there, goodbye. i believe that i will return, hey, don’t be sad, our memory is stronger than separation, everything is ahead, we must continue to live, in the ocean of foamy

shares, i will dissolve your sadness, the burden will melt there. goodbyes, i believe that i will return, just wait for me through the rains, keep the light of my eyes, the light of my nests, songs about us, i know that they will pass, rains, only me, wait, tighten, unite our hearts, hey , don’t be sad, the ships will return to the harbor, know without

separation, there are no meetings, in the ocean of foamy distances, i will dissolve your sadness. there the sadness of farewells will melt, i believe that i will return, just wait for me, through the rains, they keep me, the light of my eyes, the light of my thunderstorms, a song about us, i know that they will pass, but wait, just for me. wait, mark your memory, unite our hearts,

just wait. they keep me through the rains the light of my eyes, the light of my dreams, songs about us, i know that it will rain, just wait for me, a memory thread will connect our hearts.

lukashenko is engaged in work and makes decisions, and if we talk about work and decisions made, and does not try to please the electorate in any situation, the politician is thinking about the next elections, and the leader is about... the next generation, also from the beautiful events of awarding prizes for spirituality revival, gratitude from the president to those who devote themselves to serving society, we are belarusians, we are belarusians, creators in our own way

in fact, from ancient times we live by our own minds, therefore we have preserved the way of life, culture and spirituality of the most difficult periods of development. over the past few years, in the face of constant threats... we have hit our country harder, and we have also learned to speak a little more boldly about our love for our homeland, which , frankly speaking, we lacked before. perhaps, in the year of quality, the time has come for all of us, in a single impulse, not only to love and talk.

so, for the first time today, here is a mob for a sailor’s song from a captain of the third rank, by the way. above the silence of the sea, above the steep, above the wave , two evening stars, two roads, two destinies , and one of them calls through the waves to the sunrise, and the other pulls me towards home, calls me again to the port, i can’t stay at home for long, my heart asks for the sea . look at everyone, dawn begins in the ocean

, as soon as the horizon, the fine shore is crossed out, i am again drawn to the house, again porf is calling me, you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are on land, i am at sea, we will not meet no way, you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, listen, at sea, we are not we’ll never meet again, i explained to my beloved how the cat babbled, she doesn’t want to listen , she wants to be kissed, and i, my beloved, told how i went to the seas, she doesn’t want to listen, she wants to love him harder, you’re a sailor, i’m a sailor, you’re a fisherman , i’m a fisherman, you’re on land, i’m at sea, we can’t hold together in any way, you’re a sailor, i’m you of the sea! fisherman, i’m a fisherman, you’re listening, i’m at sea

, we won’t meet in any way, i probably didn’t go to the seas in vain, this time i went to the seas, i exchanged gifts there , all my relatives are waiting, soon our fellows, all the sailing cats, are giving them to us like negty and ships will dock, you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are on land, i am at sea, we will not meet in any way, you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are on land, at sea, we will not meet no one, they do everything correctly, otherwise i don’t see, yes, i forgot to say, when i raise my hand, like this, first, everyone is loud with all their might, babbling, we sing, now we’ll sing, get ready.

you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are on land, i am at sea, you are listening, i am at sea, i am you are on the ground , i am at sea, sea, everyone is at sea, sea, you are a sailor, i sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are on land, i am at sea, we will never meet, you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are listening, i am on... the sea we will not meet far, you are a sailor, i'm a sailor, you're a fisherman, i'm a fisherman, you're on land, i'm at sea, we'll never meet, you're a sailor, i 'm a sailor, you're a fish...

about various worries and came home, knowing how to do a flash mob to a sailor's song, that's it the main thing is that i sing several men's songs. the first song that i composed, let’s say, a few years ago, i composed it when i first passed through the outpost of the immortal regiment, i was carrying photographs of my parents, mother and father, who, by the way, were born in belarus, i... people were also walking around and carrying photographs of themselves, their loved ones, and i thought that for now our descendants will be leaving as part of the immortal regiment and carry yellowed photographs of our ancestors, heroes, we will not let anyone change our common history, we will not

forget our ancestors, we are all an immortal regiment. the river flows and the mortal regiment, along the streets, avenues across the country, walk in a row with portraits in their hands, the descendants of the victors in the war, forever young in old photos. leaving watch in the heavens, our ancestors walk with us as if alive, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river flows and there is no

end to the columns, marching in a row and the marshal of soldiers. from photographs of faces like from an icon, without closing their eyes, they look at us, walk with us, trampling death with death, as in the forty-first, covering the world with ourselves, our life will not end until the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river flows... of the immortal regiment, so that the saved world does not forget the heroes, it goes blowing up, oblivion, silence, eternity passes, the immortal regiment in formation, goes again to fight for the country, lost

souls, merging with ours, sleeping like a wave... sleeping right in the clouds, in their descendants, being reborn again, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal flows shelf, river flows. bravo , thank you, over my battle dear, in the heights two eagles are eagling,

one... and one of them is black at night, the other has white wings, if the black one wins today, not in battle will not survive the day, if the white one withstands the battle, at home they will meet, i me, if a warrior shaves, it means he hopes, hopes for love. it means he will live, maybe straight away, it’s better not to go, to sit

somewhere on the sidelines, but we have no other way, the country cannot live without defenders, our ancestors have been around for centuries. if the blood goes beyond these borders, the homeland will not dry up, until the men go into battle, if the boy fights, then he hopes, he hopes for love, he will live, uh, if a warrior shaves, then he hopes, he hopes for love, then he will

to live, above the road of my homeland, through the wing of the battle there is no end, only the banner should not fall, the son should pick it up. father's banner, if a warrior dreams, that means he hopes, he hopes for love, that means he will live, oh, if a warrior shaves, that means he hopes, he hopes for love, may he live, above the road. my battle, two eagles are flying high in the air, one

of them is flying, the other has white wings. now there will be a song, one of my favorite songs of all that i have composed, because i wrote this song for the valiant airborne troops, no one but us understood, but where is the noise? belets are the color of the sky and akc. in your hands and the wind from the turbines will press the grass, forever in our hearts are the airborne troops,

as we fall asleep we see the blue, in lines that arc like strings the winds will sing to us how beautiful the homeland is from above, let them know that the power will never be let down, airborne troops, no one but us! this will not survive us, the airborne assault, the very edge, no one but us, we are falling into the sky, not the essence of the bath, to victory in battle. at the forefront of the attack, then there is fire everywhere, everything ardent is collapsing around, the bmd will help us,

the landing force will be a faithful horse, a reliable friend will cover from the back, on the march in flight, in the mountains and skies, they burned, froze, crawled in the swamps, dreamed of surviving, and of women's eyes shooting out the heart. instead of machine guns, no one except us can withstand this airborne assault on the very edge, no one except us, we fall into the sky, carry the domes to victory in battle.

someday you will dream of fogs under the wing and a dome rustling on the grass, you will want to gather, remembering the abundance, to raise for the glory of the airborne forces, no one except us can withstand this, an airborne assault. at the very edge there is no one but us, we are falling into the sky, carrying baths, to victory in battle, no one but us! la simple.

'nights and days you and i dreamed of sails we took off into the sky so that the lights flashed brightly nights and days, now it came true, we are shaking on the armor, nights and days, we are rushing into eternity, maybe back, someone will not return to the days of darkness.

but i will return as the dawn comes , maybe in a year or a thousand years, maybe along with the first spring rain, i will spill in the silence outside the window, but i will return through nights and days, just wait and open the window, maybe along with the first spring rain , i will spill in silence behind your... window, nights and days, mountain roads, stars, fires, cold, anxiety, years the paths are measured by the winds, nights, days, years have passed , we are more mature, we have become, our nerves have become stronger, the years have passed, we have not been carried away,

but... nights and days, but i will return, as dawn comes, maybe in a year or a thousand years, maybe along with the first spring rain, i will pour out the window in kishina, but i will return in nights and days, just wait and open the window, maybe along with the first spring rain, i have broken through. with the silence outside your window, night and days, you and i dreamed that the sails would fly into the sky, that behind the stern, we would believe and wait for the nights and days, but i will return as it comes dawn, maybe in a year or a thousand years

, maybe along with the first spring rain... i will spill into the silence outside the window, but i will return through the nights and days, just wait and open the window, maybe along with the first spring rain, i will spill in the silence outside the window, but i will return in nights and days, just wait and open the window, maybe along with the first spring rain. i will spill in the silence outside your window, night days, night days, night days, night days, thank you, thank you. friends,

tell me if you want me to sing a completely new song, what a wonderful audience, it’s good that you said yes, because if you said no, i would still have sung it, because for me the most expensive songs are those that were recently written, by the way, today there were already a couple of such fresh songs, and i am very happy that you are receiving them so well, because my colleagues say: you have already written so many songs, you don’t have to write any more, but i really want to write new songs in order to reflect what is happening in the world , what happens to us, so just is this exactly what you accept? new songs give me a feeling, joy, the opportunity to write further, thank you, the new song is very dear to me, it’s like my

emotional perception of the history of our country, motherland. she wasn’t a glamorous diva, and she didn’t have much of a pedigree, and she didn’t think about how to make her happy, she worked day and night, took care of everything with us at once , raised a bunch of young talkers, fed us like a magala and gave away one... the last, we were capricious, but they turned it down, she always taught us to think, sometimes she gave us jeans and chewing gum,

only we wanted more and a lot, but we thought she was mistaken, they started talking about her offensively. and she looked into his eyes silently, sighed, then went away completely, my homeland, my mother, my homeland, my soviet homeland, my mother, forgive me, my homeland. my mother is my homeland , my soviet homeland, my mother, forgive me,

didn’t feed us with truffles and parmesan, only what we had, but there were books, she accompanied us to the music of sports, she was tired, but in everything... she helped, she sent them out to sea detachments, to the institute and space of the olympics, taught us to achieve everything, set goals and boldly achieve them to break, and we thought she was mistaken , they started talking about her offensively, but she looked at her in the eyes... silently, sighing, then her homeland completely left, my mother, my homeland, my soviet homeland

, my mother, forgive me, my homeland, my mother, my homeland. my soviet homeland, my mother, forgive me, homeland. my mother is my homeland, my soviet homeland, my mother, forgive me, my homeland, my mother is my

homeland, my soviet homeland, my mother, forgive me. my mom is sorry, thank you! how are you, how are you feeling, people, how is the weather here? today, by the way, they were afraid that it would rain at the concert, yes, but the thing is, that when a squadron group arrives somewhere, clear days come, especially when we sing together, seven clear days, there is more life above your hands! how does it happen, everything

ends so quickly, and it’s not like the lanterns call us in the evening anymore, life is a stubborn friend, but i’ll keep my back straight, no matter what happens, from dawn to dusk, and i eat clear days, leave them to myself, and i have cloudy days. i return to fate, and i leave clear days for myself, and i return gloomy days to fate, my white sails, like friends, skillful, catch the wind of my soul, in the bustle of my days, and i will kill you, my dear, are covered by my sadness.

if you get in my way like an accusing fly, and i leave the clear days for myself, and i return the gloomy days to fate, and i leave the clear days for myself, and i return the gloomy days to fate, here you go, friends, more life, ah! so let's wave our hands in a flash mob, these are the brightest and... friends, cherished

friends, you will not leave me, no, never, never, how does it happen, my song ends, but my life continues, and it boils like water, and i clear,

i keep for myself, my khura yeni, returns to me, and i clear, i keep for myself, and i am curry, bow to fate!

everything you wanted to know about the meaning of human existence is god’s providence for everyone; this providence will already be fully revealed in the kingdom of heaven, and it will be even more open during the second coming of christ, when the lord will reward everyone according to their deed.

there are 24 shows on the belarus tv channel where they fight not with the help of physical force. as you know, playing sports contributes to the production of the happiness hormone. our program, by the way , has the same effect. a show where the main

weapon is intelligence. who won the 2023 belarus cup on field hockey. arseny. press builder. absolutely right.

walk, walk, blackhead! my life walked along the roads, years flashed by, people, cities , where did i waste my happiness, perhaps where the trains rush, only sizing up on the platform, her eyes black as night, how i later executed myself in the carriage for not jumping off and couldn’t hold back, oh you share, my share, long road, oh you share, my share, black eyes,

oh you share, my share, next to the threshold, but you won’t meet her, you won’t come back, my friends. her eyes narrow, she’s a stranger, that’s it it’s time to forget, the smart ones won’t go up the hill, i know , but whoever points out where my mountain is, i again dream of harming her eyes, black as night, on the road, and not keeping me in pursuit, if i come across that station, oh, my fate share, long road, oh you share, my share, black eyes, oh you share, my share, next to the threshold,

but you can’t meet it, you can’t bring it back. how many years have i rushed along the roads, trains groan on the stages, but through the windows of the dusty cars, i want to cut myself on her eyes. happiness faded and disappeared, and the station rushed into the past, but instantly into the shower. so it sunk in that i was no longer happier, oh, you

’re my share, long road, oh, you ’re my share, black eyes, oh, you’re my share, right next to the threshold, but you can’t meet her, you can’t bring her back, oh you are my share, my share, i gave... the threshold, but it can no longer be met, it cannot be returned back.

they flew slowly over your head into the field on the ground; you lay in the field, all wet from fresh blood, your soul was rushing upward, fog. together with the smoke of the last battle, the fog over the grass that grows under you, the fog covers

the flying horses in the heights, in the skies, fog, maybe this is all just a dream, but the horses above your house, like birds, fly, reflected in your eyes open to the sky. peter will carry away your voice, the wind, who and what is better than anyone in the world, who and what has been waiting for you for a long time, a month, a month is watching over you. over it for more than a month, smiling out the window, fog along

with the smoke of the last battle, fog over the grass that grows under you, fog covers flying horses in the heights, in the sky, there may be fog. it’s all just a dream, but the horses above your house, like birds, fly, reflected in the eyes open to the sky, fog, in the field, you lay barely breathing in the field above you, as if in childhood. the horses flew slowly,

where are you taking the horse, on the face like on an icon , imprinted from the soul, the fog along with the smoke of the last battle, the fog over the grass that... is walking along you, the fog covers the flying horses, in the heights, in heavens, fog, maybe it ’s all just a dream, but the horses are on your house, that’s how the birds fly, reflected in the eyes open to the sky,

ukraine and crimea, belarus and moldova, this is my country. or kamchatka, the ural mountains, this is my country, krasnodar region, siberia and porozhye, kazakhstan and the caucasus and pybalki too, i ’m waiting for you in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, i

’m a soviet one. i will make an alliance in the ussr, the ruriks, romanovs, lenin and stalin, this is my country, pushkin, yesenin, vysoksky, gagarin, this is my country, burned churches and new temples. red square and construction on yaroshkov bama in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, i am nartyom in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr.

olympic gold, victory starts, this is my country, zhukov, suvorov, combines, torpedoes, this is my country, oligarchs and poverty, power and devastation, kgb, ministry of internal affairs and big science. i was born in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, i was born in the soviet union, i was made in the ussr, klinka tolstoy, dostoevsky, chikovsky, in rubikh, shalyapin, shagalya, in azov, oil, diamonds,

gold, gas, here are the airborne forces, vbs and special forces, vodka, game, hermitage and missiles, the most. beautiful women of the planet, chess, opera, the best ballet, tell me where from what we have years ago, even europe united, came together, together our ancestors fought in battle, together the second world war was won, together we are the greatest country, right there you can’t enter the borders without a visa, like you without us, call me, friends, i’m waiting for you, soviet soy, i’ll make it in this...

squadron, squadron of my crazy thoughts, it won’t solve it, i can’t stop him, i can’t hold him , i am the gallant horses, let them fly, let them fly, my

thoughts, my horses, there is no spur to you. come on, you are rushing about and don’t recognize my thoughts, my horses. it’s like sparks will light up this night, overtaking madness with a drunken wind, the askatron of my crazy thoughts, but no one can stop me, my thoughts will carry me away vodal, maybe i won’t come back, what a pity, what a pity, uh, stray thoughts.

away, my thoughts, my horses, as if sparks will ignite this night, overtakes madness, intoxicated by the wind, the askatron of my crazy thoughts! thank you, friends, a great concert today, thank you for your support, for being so awesome today, wow, my thoughts, my skunks. as if sparks will ignite this night, the wind overtakes madness khmelnik, the squadron of my crazy thoughts, my thoughts, my

horses, as if sparks will ignite this night, overtakes madness with the wind of intoxicating, astron my crazy thoughts are overtaken by the crazy gledrov. probably relevant in russia, one of the most popular songs to sing, which is now the most relevant, this song is dedicated to. to our defenders, to those who have a homeland to defend, our ancestors shed blood beyond these borders for many centuries, our homeland will not dry up as long as

men, officers, gentlemen go into battle. officer with strained nerves, i sing this song with cords of faith, to those who are against a career, without sparing their belly, offer their breasts for russia, to those who... lived in afghanistan, without desecrating their honor, who i didn’t make a career from soldier’s blood, i sing

as an officer, who took pity on the mothers who returned their living sons back to them. officers, officers, our heart is aimed at you, for strength and freedom to the end, and the prize-winners are bursting, freedom shines for you, forcing you to have happiness in your heart. gentlemen , officers, how to preserve your faith, on dug up graves, your souls are wheezing, what have we

done, brothers, we could not save them, and now they are always looking into our eyes. the guys leave again, disappearing into the sunset, russia called them. as has happened more than once, you are leaving again, maybe straight to the sky, and from somewhere above , forgive us, but where are you going, maybe straight to the sky, and where the armor comes from, farewell to us,

officers, officers, your heart is at gunpoint, for russia and freedom to the end, officers, russians, let freedom shine upon you, forcing you. they sound in unison in our hearts.

officers, officers, your heart falls for the freedom of the race and finally, officers, russians, let your freedom shine. making the hearts sound in unison, thank you!

forward russia and belarus forward. this has been the case in russia since ancient times, the higher pressure, the stronger the python, and if danger threatens the power, the homeland becomes like a monolith, in the garnish of victory, today, like old things, the steel of the homeland, russia, is again tempered.

russia, in this word, fire and strength, in this word, victory flame, we raise the banner of russia, russia, russia, in this word, fire and strength, in this word, victory flame, we raise the banner of russia. let time carry us like a stormy stream, russia is behind us, the people are behind us, the traditions are sacred and thousands of years old, the chronicle of our victories will continue, and if the crows fly to the enemies, again my fatherland will meet, russia, russia. in

this word there is fire and strength, in this word of victory there is a flame, we raise russia’s banner, russia, russia, in this word there is fire and strength, in this word of victory there is a flame, we raise russia’s banner, forward. forward russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia, forward, russia. i am forward russia, in this word the source of strength, we repeat forward, russia russia, russia and

strength, in this word plada, raised, russia, russia. in this word there is end and strength, in this word of victory there is a flame, we raise the banner of russia. with the notes of my memories i will pave the way for this life, so that they accompany me, from

birth to lockjaw, i will remember how i believed in myself. how you dreamed of finding your way, tore yourself and lived for this purpose, forgetting doubts and worries, this is all for you, this is all for you. the sounds of the word, like the last time, the show, every hour, resurrected and gas, this is all for

you. this is all for you, when i get tired on the road, my voice trembles or breaks down, somewhere in belarus. let the people stand up, let my song resonate in the comte, then the almighty will show a miracle from the ordinary

sound vibrations, appearing as if from nowhere, with every song. i won’t come back, it’s all for you, it’s all for you, the words are spitting, like the last time, every hour went by.

thank you friends, but this is not the end yet, hear this simple melody, this is especially for you, we will now learn it with you. louder chain will help someone!

thank you, guitar vladimir yakolov has been rude to you all evening! keys vocals andrey

gurenko, drums vocals yuri pabichuv, bass guitar deserved to fly away forest. the hottest south of the northern polis public belarus, you are shouting at yourself the loudest and a group of outcomes.

i measure the number of friends in life, thank you, friends, we love you very much, happiness, good luck, long, long, clear days. thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, friends, we love you very much, happiness, good luck, long, beautiful, clear days, see you!

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