and to manage this, here, change my word, there will be a xerex and one from the accounting department, it seems to me that you have somehow already cursed very far, so i suggest not to worry, because the talents, charisma, originality of belarusian performers will not yet be replaced by any artificial intelligence , meet honored artist of the republic of belarus, alena lonskaya. a city without people, at the end of the day, filled me with its joy. lanterns, accompanied you to

where, in the depths of the night fields, i met you, but everything in this world has a beginning and an end, everyone thinks what awaits him, happy ending, but the reality is not at all what you expect, but you wait, we will never know which of us was right, which was wrong, we were the wind and the cloud, but the order came, we thought, that we will forever be spinning on the earth. the choice was

made uncreated not to bury on your cubes the words that i had dreamed about for so long melted away, without saying sorry you let me go why? i deserve to live without love, but everything in this world has a beginning and an end, everyone thinks that a happy ending awaits them, but the reality is not at all such as you expect, but you wait, we will never know, which of us was right, which was wrong,

we were the wind and the taxes, but the sunset came, we thought that we would circle around the earth forever, the choice was made consciously.

the performer who is about to take this stage, song of the year, man, stop, stop, stop, song of the year, wait, i mean stop, song of the year, hello everyone, wait, wait, i mean hello everyone, who are you, young man , hello, we arrived, we didn’t recognize him, but oh my, this is vitaly voronko. vitalik, what

are you doing here? i also want song of the year. listen, please, it is not enough to go to hood’s song and find yourself there. and let my notes sound very harsh, i want to sing like vika oleshka, i can’t say that the music is a genius, i hope olenik evgeniy will support, even if i dress in a dress, i don’t care, alena

lonskaya, take me under your wing, i’m all romantic and gentle as you, tel and olga, are redheads. song of the year, besta me for the song of the year, now my pargoya, so stop, vitaly, stop, let's please not tear the instruments, if you don't feel sorry for us, let's at least we’ll regret the button accordion, in general, there will be a song, then come, are you sure it’s a hit? 100%. well, for now i have doubts, actually, but vitalchek, come here, i generally like it, but if there were more instruments, and more music, then everything would be fine, yes, i understood everything, i accepted it, 5 minutes, well, i to be honest, i’m not sure about this, but

i’m sure that today, oh, how much fun we will have, yes, the performer who will now take the stage for the song of the year in belarus, despite his youth, does not stop us surprise, well, just recently literally the whole... country watched him play tic-tac-toe, now he has assembled a team of real professional musicians who are already working on acoustic versions of their tracks, well, i think you all already understand that the stage song of the year of belarus nikita belko. it will fly cold, cappuccina, eloquent instead of a thousand words, i’m trying to remember your name, and you tell me something about love, about love.

it was so long ago that maybe i dreamed, you were with your friend, i was definitely not myself, they talked heart to heart, laughed, ate, drank, and then went to you, or maybe you came to me, you put the plot on vinyl and behaved like that. we knew each other for a long time, and in the morning i disappeared, this is in my style, now we met again, choppers, cappuccino will fly, contradictory instead of a thousand words, i’m trying to remember your name, and

you tell me something about love, about love, it will fly hungry, like reason, eloquent instead of thousands... numbers, i'm trying to remember your name, and you tell me something about love, about love, your eyes burn with thirst for a place and... in a good way, you need to run for a glass of coffee, damn it ’s 200 rubles, could it end your whole life? natasha, katya, masha, suzanna, what’s your name, and the coffee is flowing down my hair,

my attempts at bapryka, the prickly one will fly, the abyss. verbally instead of a thousand words, i’m trying to remember your name, and you tell me about love, about love, heads will fly. but the reason is eloquent instead of a thousand words, i’m trying to remember your name, and you tell me something about love, about love, and you can talk about love, about love. nikita belko,

their skin begins with tension, and we, when you get up early, the sun is just coming out from behind the village of polyatichi, just breaking away from the distant trees.

on the tv channel belarus 24. as if in poland there is capital that wants to make a profit, we have our need for jobs , our land, we negotiate everything well, then something clicked for the polish authorities, it’s not clear where, but it’s not a fact that in their heads, they have revised their attitude towards us to openly hostile, we cannot leave european markets. the authorities, of course, are our enemies, but there are very different levels hostility, they can be so different that two, in fact, warring countries

can easily do business with each other, that is, they may not be absolute enemies. lukashenko is the keeper of the balance. balance is the best thing a leader can give for a country and its people. balance is the golden mean, on opposite ends, whatever they may be, this is radicalism, this is exactly the worst thing that can be given to the country and its citizens. the author's project and... propaganda, watch on the belarus 24 tv channel. well, tatyana, i have prepared a question for you for the backfill: how would you decipher the abbreviation zar bva, zar bva, elementary, dima, z deserved and so. r: republics, b. belarus, in victoria, and, oleshka. how so

fast, how so fast, tell me, please, listen, this artist has been on stage for 25 years, she has a huge number of cool compositions. do you remember, by the way, how i danced this at her solo concert in the world’s castle, huh? i’ll tell you more, the whole world’s castle and the surrounding agricultural towns remember this.

talk, you talk to me, about love, i ’ll tell you, i love, without this love i don’t sing, i don’t i live, i don’t breathe, i sing along with the song of souls. and hurries to embrace this world, i look at you without taking a breath and sing our song. see, speak and listen to me, fate has only one chance, spring will not come without all of you, keep it here now, yes,

the soul sings along with the song, and hurries to embrace this world, i see. i can’t breathe on you, i sing the song of our love , sings with you. soul and hurries to embrace this world, i look at you all without breathing, i sing the song of our love, and the soul sings along with the song, and hurries to embrace this world, i look at

you're not holed up, i'm singing.

wrap yourself in the braid of my hands on the bow of the ship, ship, ship, and i will

straighten your locks with the wind. into wet lips i will spit out a pure drop of rain, i play and dance in spite of this, this is the music i am, in the reflection of the water, we swim in the waves, the reflection of the water, we drink in freedom, in the reflection of the water, we get along with the kids, in relation to the water, not with paper fins,

zakuta ... all my appearance, on the deck of a ship, a ship, when the antarctic rocks crunch in my soul, i’ll take it out on the deck at night, put a piano, play and dance in spite of, this is the music i’m in in the wake of the water, we swim and ride the waves. in the reflection of the water, we drink in freedom, in

the reflection of the water, we merge with the whales, in the reflection of the water, we do not flap our fins. in the reflection of water. we float on the waves, in the reflection of the water, we drink in freedom, in

the reflection of the water, we get along with the kids, in the reflection of the water. german sitov, in the reflection of water. last year, at the miss belarus competition, evgeniy olenik introduced us to the group “i’m still thinking about what evgeniy meant.”

it will be miss you, and for all the girls of the sports palace it will be miss you, well, especially since they say there can never be too many beautiful women, welcome to the stage the song of the year in belarus, the group

miss you! that’s it, the door slams, and my heart doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt, today i’m writing my first solo hit, you know, it’s hard for me, i don’t want to wait any longer, wait any longer, since you can’t love, it’s better not to promise. well, how many times can you promise a million, a million gentle phrases, i thought

i was serious, apparently not this time, apparently not this time, i want an ocean fart instead of words, and not hear, your eternal, not ready, not ready, i have to see the goal, not just fly, i'm a princess, and i have the right to want to. and i want to be here now in a million ordinary times, in a million tender phrases, i thought i was serious.

what can i say, really, dear friends, gorgeous, gorgeous, dear friends, dima, tanya, girls, as you asked, the words “old, new music.”

well, what can i say, the melody is certainly better, the intro, especially so cheerful in major tones, and just, you know, the audience needs to be surprised, especially modern viewers, you need a cool, bright

number. or better yet, you know, massive ones, here’s 1. 2.0 man, not a word more, that’s it, i’m off to do something, dim, you’re a bore, of course, i don’t know how to please you, but we know how to please you, a man in a hat, with a beard and a button accordion, what else could a woman do? happiness is needed, he is already the king, the king of all graduations in russia and belarus, and can you imagine that hundreds of thousands of young guys, young girls met their first dawn under...

hello, where are you at home, yul, let's finish, who's with you? van, you got it all wrong, i’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but you see, i don’t know how much i hate you, glass red lipstick, your iphone, prada handbags, saved, dark secrets, hidden stories, correspondence and replies, splash, orphan, you always said so much, there will be something to discuss with friends, in a cold kitchen, in the twilight in a complete stupor, i i’m going to attack your ba, the whole city will be snalpied, i’m all posuna, and you’ll be filming everything,

your girlfriend will smear it all night. i found out the truth to you and you won’t bring me back, it doesn’t burn anymore, it doesn’t burn anymore, it doesn’t burn anymore, it doesn’t burn anymore, it doesn’t burn anymore, it doesn’t burn anymore.