why are the yanas trotting on thin beaches?

covers on the hands, laps on the legs, inserted covers, pile covers, pile covers. and why did i want to kiss them with a dark branch, blind deaf people, call people , call people, say people, say people, say people.

the peaceful sky above the brest fortress in a cramped apartment, happy faces in your watered hands invite you. the bride, a brand new cube shines on her buttonhole, and outside the window, outside the window there is beauty, a new moon, the blocking willows are whispering to the sbug, the year forty-one, the beginning of june. still alive,

still alive, still alive, everything, everything.

don’t be silent, people, a line of memory, let it be longer, they gave up the spent days, folded into years, for your freedom, and everyone you meet can sing to victory, part of what is ours. troubles do not live forever, one century has passed away, the new century remembers the names of all those who raised the world from its knees, don’t be silent, people, just don’t be silent,

keep the children of belarus in your memory, the first year became terrible for the world, the forty-fifth day of the wave ours. where is it possible without love, to those you meet, it’s a pity that our children don’t live forever, because one left, let him wash, remember the names of everyone those who raised us into a century, the people are alive, as long as the memory of our ancestors is alive and... the wrapped up victory, the grandson of the grandfather, hears belarus, hear

the body, the song of victory about ours, and the escape can be sung from anyone, oncoming, it’s a pity, that our children do not live forever, and let the new century come out, remember the names of all those who raised without a sign, it’s a pity that our grandfathers do not live forever, not just one word, let the new century remember us all, then the world i picked him up from my knees,

don’t be silent, just don’t be silent, people. above my land, the sky is blue, it has no edge, my land has strong people, their the soul in trouble is great, how much it has lived, how much it has gone through, everyone who was born here knows, and you too... we wish the homeland a peaceful happiness forever, a peaceful happiness forever, if

we are in a place for heaven without war, and god gave us strength until the heart to be sure, our faith lives above the earth , behind my land, people are brave, people are peaceful from the beginning, that’s why you are called white, because your soul is so pure, honor and memory are preserved by you, our pride and choice of the system. gods, that is why you are invincible, i am with you

forever, i am with you forever, and if together we are from the sky without war, and god gave us strength, while in my heart i... a new dawn and a clear sun, and if together we are for the sky without war, and god gave us strength, while in my heart... and if together

we are for the heaven of the place , and god gave us strength, while the heart is red, let faith wait for us, above the earth. a new dawn has set and a clear sun has appeared . a new dawn. pleasant sunshine, a new dawn and a clear sun,

they know exactly what it is... success on sports grounds, actively manifests itself not only in front of the screen, but on sports grounds, has worked as a volunteer on many major tournaments, she herself prefers dancing and zumba, at one time she played in the svistich football club in the second league of the belarusian championship, and was also the captain of the amateur hockey team red fire. but what will be the result in a real battle of intellects, as in artistic gymnastics the element representing a revolution of air is called.

a city in belarus where you can arrive at one train station and end up at another. we are located in the west of the country. welcome to baranavichy. and we go to an amusing trip. good news, you can touch the exhibits with your hands. that is, to literally touch history. not so long ago, by the way, a local resident came to wobbler. that is, i caught a plastic fish blende myself , weighing 41 kg and 2 m long, to show how unusual and wonderful our country is. in america, floating houses are called the fashionable word houseboard, house, ship, but they have not yet come up with a term for floating stations. landscapes full of thoughtfulness and sadness

enchant even the most fastidious travelers. song, the dear dear land, the chestnut outflows of the village and the gold of the land, it has life and the soul of the people, the ropes rustle over the rake, the ropes fall through the yaks, the winged ones scuttle in the sky,

the song of the pale court, hear my brother, hear. “every sound, as soon as the song is lost, be little ones, we have fallen on a harsh path, i hope to leave with you, the attempt will be lost to me, they will be judged in the bedroom, listen my brother, listen. ,

all the hole shuki, listen, my brother, sing a song to your wound, daddy will stop in the air, your hand will fall, listen to me. listen, brother, if you don’t take off your eyes, the song will bring you peace.

belaruska, vyasnyanka, shuthodzitsya two kasas, on the buoyant there are chewing towels, and not only towels are glorifying our region, zelkovy va...

radzima, this unfathomable holy thing, which is a thing of the past, unseen vanni shchastya, tsyabe nyastrimna tsyagne tuda, dze you let's jump on the day of our naradzhenya, as by the partal, as the evil of us is right for the first time hellish, and as the hours go by, the flames become brighter and cry out to god. “i will light

an eternal fire here in my chest, about the fatherland, and let it burn about the places of my relatives, about the people living here, about the sinful saints. and for the fallen and the living, i flock under the skies of belarus and bow my head for its greatness and pray, this is the kindest land, i stand under the sky of belarus, i breathe in its power. where my home, my dear one, is, there is paradise,

there our land is washed with living water, and how it sings, with the voices of birds, my dear little bundle, it is brighter than the morning suns, not let me not until... i stand under the sky of belarus, inhaling its power from

pride. i say thank you to him for everything. rivers with lakes, for our history, for the sun , for our best faith, i stand under anger in belarus. and headlong, for its greatness, i pray, this is the kindest land, i flock under the wrath of belarus, i breathe strength into it, with

pride i give it to him for everything, thank you, thank you.

secrets of good morning and good mood good morning belarus on the air of the satellite tv channel belarus24 program good morning belarus in the studio with you svetlana barovskaya and i have a big family and children. in this team there is a sea of ​​ideas and valuable

tips for spending your time usefully, but it’s true that if there are landowners, then pears won’t grow. juniper is an intermediate host, plum is a crop that will not grow on its own, unlike an apple tree. good morning belarus with svetlana borovskaya, look at belarus 24, i loved the pilot, i thought he was mad, when i came to the airport the mob was throwing me under. historic military legends and valiant deeds, great victories and heroes, great in spirit, advaga, most loyal to any and her land, this is how we know our heroes, all of us,

who is the origin of the name of the man and the world. the earth is in the porthole, the earth is in the porthole, the earth is visible through the portholes. like a son is sad at his mother, like a son is sad. sad earth, she is alone, and the stars nevertheless, and the stars nevertheless, a little closer, but still just as cold, and like the hours of an eclipse, and like the hours of an eclipse, we wait for the light and we see the earth, we dream of the world, the cosmodrome, not this is... wicker blue, we dream of grass, grass near the house,

green, green grass. and we fly in orbits, along unbeaten paths, simply pierced by meteorites. justify the risk courage, space music floats into our business conversation. in some kind of matte haze, the earth in the porthole shows the evening and early dawn. and the mother’s son is crustito, and the mother’s son is crustito,

the mother is waiting for her son, and the sons are the earth, we dream of myrrh, like a kosmotrok. oh mat, it’s not this icy, blue grass that we dream about, the grass near the house, green, green grass.

ova, it’s not the flying, blue grass that we dream of, the grass near the house, green, green grass, we don’t dream of a robe like a cosmotrope. oh mak, it’s not the blue of the air that is the grass that gives us the grass, the grass near the house, the green, green grass.

behind the woodland on the lakes, where the open spaces are wide, leaving the city far away, i run away from the task, all the roads are from the threshold, violators fight words, i

need your open spaces, my dear vasiki. and i miss the blue land so much, wings take me there, where hearts are joyful, where i am welcome, where they love and wait. there lives a fair wind, like a cobweb in my hair, above the endless horizon, a subsided thunderstorm, the smell of my mother’s bread and a mirror race, i

need this sky so much, the sky is like your eyes. and i miss the blue edge so much, wings take me there they will clothe, where the hearts are joyful, where i am welcome, where they love and wait, everything that is dear. ka is close and familiar to the soul forever. in my destiny, the light of my home, and i miss

the blue land so much, wings draw me there, where hearts are joyful. where i am welcome, where i am loved, yes, wings will envelop me, where hearts are joyful, where i am welcome, where they love and wait.

happy dzetsi - this is a happy future for our land. you have no place in the world, there are 7 miles there. paglyadzice light is like dzetsi, yon velmi jumps. life on the planet adults are so bored, children laugh at it, it has always been like this, if you walk to the rhythm of music, it’s a new day, these are new dreams, the fight is with us, and the melody will tell you how easy it is, i’ll make it. stars,

a miracle song in our world, a song given to us by heaven, music beats. poke on the air, with us, sing the country, if you walk to the rhythm of music, a new day, these are new dreams, fight with us and the melody will tell you how easy it is, i am a calf to a star, a song to the throne, your se... will give you rest will open your soul to you

, your people are with us, you live more quietly, you walk around the world, your hair is the fresh wind of a pink dream, childhood will be remembered, we dreamed, it means fulfillment, each of us has talents, we are vocalists, we are musicians, we are not afraid. we'll be gray, everyone there is always good people, if you're in the mood.