come on, come on, a song about home and love, again a calm and serene evening, let's gather tired fighting friends, claudia will sing to everyone warmly and tenderly, about a blue handkerchief, which is dearer than anything else, claudia will sing warmly and tenderly, about a handkerchief, which is dearest to everyone. the scenes are cheerful and loud, our front-line voices, come on guys, front-line brigade.

thank you, friends, and a song sounds about the unity of our peoples, you and i are of the same blood, oh , it was not, the horse is torn from the cause, a fragment of the dawn is touched with blood. for the hundredth time, the clouds fall out of the fire like a convoy because of our backs, the cities remain deflated. we

with you of the same blood, you and i live with the same pain, we love greedily, you and i are baptized with the same truth, with the same fire, salted with the same kithara, but with ourselves we are our own judges, and we will not be different, we will not be. on the hill there is a white temple, in the trunk 9 grams, me and life, we are one on one, even at the edge of heaven, beckoning, angel dog, pouring sweat, look, together, you and i share the same blood, you and i share the same pain and live. we love reapingly, you and i are the same

truth, baptized, one fire, burned by the same guitar, but we are our own judges, and we are others we won’t, we won’t, others, what, we won’t, we won’t, come on, hey, hey, hey, we won’t be like that, yet, our people are here, of course they are, and let’s all come together, everyone into the hall , we sing together, come on, you and i are of the same blood, you and i are of the same pain and live, we love jeanne, you and i are of the same truth, baptized, the same fire , the same guitar. on you we ourselves are bitches and

we won’t be different we won’t be yet. i put a hair behind the stove, cornflowers , the bluest belarusian ones, and then all the secret lines, i will unravel your hands with yours, i sing love for you,

belarusian such an immense and desirable road, and the way back, even if you call in a whisper, come, fly, open the door, our blue land, you will fall in love, believe me, come, fly, love has wings. take away all my tenderness, i will give you my dreams, the brightest belarusian ones, in them are all the cherished thoughts and feelings, in them are all

our secret dreams, i will teach you to be happy, with the very first ray... the long-awaited cherished words of dawn, what to hear one day i want, come, fly, open the door, our blue land is forever, you you will fall in love, believe me, come, hello on the wings , give me all your tenderness to love , they have scored, blue eyes beyond

the field, come, fly. love has me, everything is tender to me, take my saint, i will braid cornflowers from my flaxen hair, the color of your eyes is the bluest, the color eye that once saved me. but now they are far from me, i will open belarus to you, you will fall in love with it completely, and you will definitely return here, but i will certainly

wait, and i will certainly wait. and how quiet it is in the morning and the fog falls from the river, the water from the krynitsa, and why is it cold, in in russia there are cornflowers near the water, the clear blue sky in the distance, the gray wind blowing away the clouds, here there are

turquoise lakes, radiant crystal, in the thicket of russian birches. we have one destiny, in our unity there is light and strength, together shoulder to shoulder year after year. every new day, belarus and russia are getting closer, together, our great people, from the altai snow-capped mountains and the mighty siberian forests to the blue belarusian fields. the echo of our voices sounds, our friendship is a high

flight, no one can ever interrupt it, the chime of a bell washes the soul, the strong homeland, mother, we have one destiny, in our unity, light is strength together, shoulder to shoulder.

belarusian broad pales, and russian endless circles, there is no beauty on... to spend the aksamit sunset of these treasured places, the covenant is not here choked by sweet fate, we have one in our unity, light strength together shoulder. meeting after year after year. and every new day,

closer and closer, belarus and russia, together one, great are our people. you look at the stars and i dream too , i can no longer wait and not love not... we can, we are moving apart, along the edge into inevitability, within ourselves

leaving tenderness, we turn, believe love, not for separation, and day and opening our hands, words, plexus. don’t let the feeling sink into your brain, let it fly to you, my love, the freedom of the wind, touch, it seems simple to love, but to part,

to divide in two, but to remain in the heart, we scatter, along the edge into inevitability, leaving tenderness for ourselves, we say goodbye. before love, not for breath, summer, without opening our hands, the rumors are intertwined. iya, don’t let go, the feeling is one, let it not be, you have my love, light touches, all of belarus, ours blurred,

don’t let go of your feelings, child, let them come to you, my love, more than wind, touch, veche in love, happy holiday. thank you, belarus!

thank you! on our wave is the song of the red army, red army song, known in america, europe and asia, a cossack woman, a love song, we will sing with the girls, a black-eyed cossack woman shod my horse, she asked me for silver, labor is inexpensively valued, what is your name molotka, and hammer says. you will hear my name from the flood of hooves. you will hear my name from the cops. i drove down the street along the road and galloped along

the path between. video filming is allowed, let's take off the legs, come on, come on, let's sing with minsk, what did the chase give me, ask me for silver, it's inexpensive around here,

what's your name, hammer, and hammer? you will hear my name from the stomping of hooves, you will hear my name from the path of tkarta. i dream that our universe will be filled with happiness, a three-dimensional phantom, i direct non-tribal happiness to the source of light. it's

here now, every day you can start again, the night is illuminated by a crying candle, and only sometimes sadness comes, happiness cannot help but be, catch happiness in every moment, happiness in every moment of love, everything, everything, everything, and i dream that our universe will be filled with happiness, a three-dimensional phantom, i make a cross of non-tribal light, happiness is when you are not sick, happiness - this is when everyone is equal, and it doesn’t matter which side. dreams, we all see dreams, we are children of spring, happiness, this cannot but exist, do not catch happiness in everyone, happiness in everyone is the bliss of love, happiness is in love.