i dream that our universe will be filled with happiness, i direct a three-dimensional phantom to the source of nickel light. happiness is here now, every day you can start again, the night is illuminated by a crying candle, and only sometimes sadness comes, happiness cannot but exist, catch happiness in every moment, happiness in every moment of love, i dream of everything. ..

our universe is filled with happiness, a three-dimensional phantom, i direct you to the source of light that does not care, happiness is when there is no war, happiness is when everyone is equal, and no matter from which side, we all see dreams, we are children of spring, happiness, which cannot but exist, happiness in every bliss, catch, happiness in every mega, and happiness in it, together with the earth, i dream that ours will be filled with happiness universe, i direct the three-dimensional phantom to the source of uncaptive light, i dream that our universe will be filled with happiness.

happiness is a peaceful sky above your head, happiness, happiness when you have friends, happiness to love, happiness to be healthy, well, probably the main happiness is to be born and be happy in our republic of belarus, everyone who loves their country.

graduate from belarusian to the tsar's conservatory , a native of minsk - oleg blekharchuk, a white stork flies over the dusty polesie, flies. the belarusian theme in the song of heather in the song of rockets, the whole earth accepted, care and caress the flame, blazed over the earth, the vault of the sky like a covering banner, let’s turn on the lights of the great city. my youth,

belarus, partisans, songs of partisans, salt and fog, songs of partisans, and my dawn, my youth. belarus, native of the mogilev region, our memory goes through the forest partisan path, could not be overgrown, these paths in the people's fate, the pain of those ancient times, lives in every heart and...

my youth, belarus, songs of the partisans, pine trees before the fog, great, songs of the posing dawn, my youth. and belarus, the white ayast flies over the woodland, over the quiet stubble, somewhere in the top of the swamps, the cooling thunder is buried, the white

khaist flies, everything flies over his native. into the songs of the partisans, and i assure you, your youth is behind us, belarus, my youth,

belarus is with us. stralgo, the river flows, the river flows, the river flows, the river flows, the end of the edge, the end and the edge.

knows everything, son, maybe you will get tired of the roads, when you come home, at the end of the road, put your palms in the volga, it will be a long time. the river flows, the river flows, end and end, end and end, among the loaves, among the loaves, among

the slabs, look how they sing, mine flows, mine flows. my boat, and i really care about you, here is my pier and here are my friends, everything i can live without. it’s impossible from distant splashes in the starry silence, another boy joins me, all the boys and girls of minsk,

the republic of belarus and guests from russia sing become. yes, let them sing among the snows, among the snows, from him to me, mine flows, mine flows, he already flows to me. it doesn't matter how old we are,

you've known it since childhood, a song by composer oscar feltsman. in a wet garden, i forgot autumn, a dirty scarf. yellow foliage, it would be better for us to meet half an hour before spring,

we are punished by being late, that the words of love of the beta said that we trusted completely different people for... half an hour and spring, that we trusted completely different people, care is taken care of, white willows appear to me , i hear the sound of silence, it was that's all. but more simply, probably, half an hour before

spring, we were punished by being late, that words of love were not spoken without words, that we trusted completely others, and for now you, that completely. half an hour before spring, if fate knew in advance that we would meet in the middle of the rains, i would come to see you, half an hour before spring, let's go, we are punished for being late, that

words of love were spoken before, that we trusted others completely, the law of the hour and spring, that we are stuffed with something completely different. until spring, on this amazing spring evening we want declare your love for the holy belarusian land, dear friends, thank you that our republic is blossoming year after year, this is your work and low bow to you, let's sing our hands up, and by putting our hands on... we say that words of love have been spoken before , that

we trusted completely different people half an hour before spring, that very different things to say, slaughter half an hour before spring, with the first slorane.

good evening, beloved native belarus.

where it was so fun for you and me, there the heat of the sky did not give a blow, but i remembered.

native mountains are flooded with light, the valleys are lush the narons dawn and the nightingales sing in the green foxes.

petra, you are in your native land, our native song, where we sang you freely, where it was so pleasant for you and me, free yourself to a song, you are here... fly away, good evening, beloved, dear belarus.

i tasted ripe cherries, your glance was sweeter than the berries, ripe cherries, sweet cherries, and you are not to blame for anything, my heart is light, my heart is ringing, i set it in that garden, there is no path, the memory is loud, it says, i won’t come there , the river will overflow. we create me too, and i will wait on the other side, our love forever on the shore where the grass grows. where the sky is blue, i will wait on the other side, i will preserve our love forever, call me

again, kindly, on your shoulder, put your hand, everything turned into a white fairy tale, you are the guardian of her soul, the winter years will fly by, but the winter light will remain. love, a strong name, did not live, because you and i are no more, the river will overflow, in your name, and i will wait on the other bank, our love forever on the bank where the grass grows, where the sky is blue, i will wait on the other bank. i will keep our love forever.

tsar in your name, and i will wait on the other shore, our love will forever preserve, develop, yours, me, and i will wait on the other shore, our love will forever be on the shore where the grass grows, where the sky is blue, i will wait on the other shore, our love,

our love. i'll save it. and the next song is the song of the tech cossacks. it's called olsya, you are olsya, meet me. more cheerfully,

i stood on the mountain, prayed to god of the law, for freedom, for the people, bowed low, oh my!

so that wives wait, and fathers and children, those who are looking for the truth, mother, and according to the world, for the load, the cossack asked for blessings. the bread is worthy, in the peaceful pursuits, be afraid, be afraid, don’t be afraid of me, i won’t touch you,

don’t bother me. oh, oh, oh, oh, don’t be afraid of me, i won’t touch you, don’t worry, so that blood doesn’t flow, so that the crypt doesn’t live, he prayed to god, so he prayed, that is to say, for his native land, so that grief is not a tear, it was not touched.

like on a formidable tereg on a high bank? the cossacks drove out 40 thousand horses, the field was covered, the shore was covered, with hundreds of chopped and shot people, lovers, love, love to deal with ours... i have to

put out the fire, darlings, lads, lyubos, lads, brothers to live, you don’t have to bother with our chieftain, and our chieftain knows who to choose, squadron of peace, mada, they forgot about me. they got their share, and the cossack will, i got the dusty, flammable land, love, brothers, love, loving, with our chieftain there is no need to extinguish, love, brothers, love, love.

there is no need to rush with our atamann, but the first bullet, and the first bullet, and the first bullet killed the horse, the second bullet - the second sack, the second ku... wounded me in the heart, love, brotherly, love, love to return, with our atomban i have to struggle, love brothers, love, love brothers to live, with our atamans i don’t have to fight,

and the cossacks drove out the shore with 40,000 horses, the field was covered and the shore was covered with hundreds of chopped and shot people, lovers, love , love, time to speed up.