hit, only the song of the wind specially caresses the ear, so that you look around and realize how quiet it is all around, whenever possible, go into nature, go to forests, fields, rivers and lakes, breathe fresh air, enjoy the clear sky, listen to the singing of birds, the rustling of leaves, smile at the sun, enjoy, notice this beauty around you, in harmony.

i've been on a spree through life, i ended up in a worldly castle, i'm lost in life, i'm probably lost, now in the bolobok, now in the forests, voices of the devil beckon, on the left there is blut, on the right there is boredom, they give me voices, i fought, but fell, got hooked on love, i understand that i was lost, my whole soul was torn to pieces, i went on a spree through life, as if i was in a dark forest, i went on a spree through life... i got lost, i ’m probably lost, i went on a spree through life, it’s like i’m in a dark forest, i’m lost in life, i’m probably lost, i’m lost, wolfishly from behind me, the void is chasing me, cars are honking in front, i’m screaming after him, wait, i almost hit him, i drove off into the distance, what’s wrong with him? my sadness, he gets lost in his forest, he doesn’t feel sorry for anyone... i

walked through life, as if i was in a dark forest, i i've been 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 been lost in life, i'm probably lost, i 'm lost, it's clean next to me, here it is, dripping saliva, and i'm angry, now i'm as angry as satan , i went to ... a break, left them in the windfall, it became easy for me to be free, at night in the forest it was like day, i went on a spree throughout my life, as if i had ended up in a dark forest, i got lost in my life, i was probably lost, i went on a spree in my life, it’s like i’m in a dark forest, i’m lost in life, i’m probably lost, i’m lost, hey, together, hey, hey, i’m now in my forest,

i carry my head proudly, i know that if i get lost, then i’ll save myself, so why is it so quiet here, people, i’m in life. i was walking as if i was in a dark forest, i was lost in life, i was probably lost, i was walking in life as if i was in a dark forest, i was lost in life, i was probably lost, i was walking in life as if i was in a dark i'm in the forest, i'm lost in life, i'm probably lost, i'm wandering through life, it's like i'm in a dark forest, i'm lost in life, i 'm probably lost, i'm... not lost,

i’m probably lost, i’m missing, good evening, friends, hello, 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 i really 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 sure that you remember this concert, this year marks 55 years since i came out on stage and began working professionally, 55 years old, during which time i composed a huge number of songs, so today i can sing... different songs, it's all up to you if you sing along, for example, we will sing along, people, then i will sing those songs that you can sing together, if you just sit and sadly watch the stage, then there will be sad ballads, which is also

not bad, in general, there will be such a more or less interactive concert, by the way, that the side that is more active is where the artist naturally comes closer. well, let's go, okay, do you remember how we walked in the steppe, you chose your own horses, your last horse, the devil and the fire, for... the hon was always ready with you, remember how he loved you, proudly he walked under you,

he ate bread and salt from your hands, he was in battle, he dared so hopelessly. how could you leave another? remember how cruel he warmed you in the blood of his wounds. bow forward and the wounded gruffled, they drank, sang, the waves behind the stern, quietly washed my native shore, and the sea surf, lit up with fire, reflected from the horse’s bright eyes, we sing, esaul,

esaul, why did you ask the horse to shoot, your hand did not rise , esau, you left the country, your horse is under the saddle of a stranger, yesaul ya sau, you left the country, your horse is under the saddle of a stranger, and now he stands tangled, the whip raised above him trembles, he can’t break the straps, he doesn’t have enough strength, the horse-nushtuk will bite the iron. if we know what awaits us in the future, we know that the horses are being carried somewhere over there, the whips of time are urging us on, they gave the horse and me the last chance, let's go,

saul, why did you abandon the horse, shoot, your hand did not rise, your horse was putting the country under under the saddle of a stranger, i am saul, saul, you have left the country, your horse is under the saddle of a stranger, so let us sing together loudly so that i can hear.

horse under the saddle of a stranger, yasau, i salute and leave the country, i go and the horse under the saddle of a stranger, and your horse, 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’m 85, we’ll already sing, hey,

when i’m 85, i’ll lose this drive on every stage, like many years ago, let everything come to a time before the sand pours in, perhaps it’s too early to put on 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, we’ll just live, live, live like this, live and no longer live, live, live like this, never to live, you just have to live, i know 85, i will sing and change... download music from the depths of the universe, and looking into the audience, i need to know

that it’s not in vain that you’re with me again, like before i won’t let anyone get bored, let's just live, live like this, live, live and not bother, live like this, life, never whine, life, yes, life. you just have to live, well, people, will you go there or not, otherwise you can’t hear it here, together, when i’m 85, i will sing, as before in life, wheezing, but hitting notes as if they were milestones. 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 hold on, let's hold on, give me life, give me life, give me life.

when i raise my left hand like this, we all make as much noise as we can, this is the support of the audience 3-4 well, since

everyone is singing, my friends, so i can already announce. let's start our concert. today i am not the same as yesterday, the fresh wind is my wings. i lifted it, i tore the old skin at the seams, i hugged 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 been talking about the fresh wind for a long time i dreamed, a fresh wind, you and i are at the same time, across the field

, through the field, the fresh wind flew, into the field , fresh. i wanted him for a long time, in the field, field, field, a fresh wind flew, in the field, a fresh wind, i dreamed of him for a long time, i’ll tell him how it was with me, how they treated me for freedom, so they wanted me to be blind, with a blind man it’s so easy to take everything away, like... they wanted to decide everything for me, what to wear, where to live and what i should breathe, how they wanted to forbid me to dream, but now they can’t hold me back, field, field, into the field a fresh wind flew, field, fresh wind, i've been wanting it for a long time, in the field, field, field

a fresh wind flew, in the field a fresh wind, i 've been dreaming about it for a long time, i'm not the same today as yesterday, i'm 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 there is no other truth, this song rings to me from above, whoever doesn’t hear it is just deaf, field, field, field a fresh wind flew by, field, fresh wind, i

i wanted it for a long time, field, field, field, a fresh wind flew by. there is a fresh wind in the field, i have long i dreamed about him, in the field, in the field, in the field the fresh wind flew, in the field, in the fresh wind, i had long wanted him, in the field, in the field, in the field the fresh wind flew, in the field the fresh wind, i have long dreamed of him, in the field there was a fresh wind, i have long dreamed of him i dreamed about it, there was a fresh wind in the field, i had been dreaming about it for a long time. nice man, yes, why don’t i see people like him on the street, dasbukh, des zauber, what is a sorcerer’s book, is it fairy tales, yes, i think not, sorry, i didn’t

want to scare you. but i don’t need a talent, just one, brown-haired, blue-eyed, in a blue suit, with dimples on his cheeks, yes, zoechka, if you give me the nut, aunt vera will make magic zerye, please don’t give a damn, good morning, i won’t interfere, this is an alchemist’s recipe, now you need to create the surroundings of the day in which you made a mistake, live it again, fix everything, watch the series at... the sorcerer's face on the belarus 24 tv channel. in our show , cheat sheets will not help the participants; here you can only rely on your own strength. is it true that korolevich elisha, the hero of pushkin’s fairy tale , during the search for the princess, turns to the wind, the sun and the eagle for help. i remember well that he

i addressed the wind to the sun, but i don’t remember the eagle. addressed to the whale, on which... there was a village to the sun to the moon, where the whale from man and the world came from, a game that will not leave anyone indifferent. is it true that in viktor vosnetsov’s painting there are heroes, a horse in the center is black, an option, yes, i remember that in the middle there was really a black horse. well, what other heroes do you know? alyosha popovich, ilya murovets and, kindly, so, the last one for... it’s okay, he remembers about you, yes, he really was black, and it was ilya’s horse muromets. watch the intellectual and entertainment project, i know, on the belarus tv channel. 24

in the midnight silence and sang songs i smiled at me. in your dreams, the night clouds rocked you in your arms, carried us into the distance of the rivers of time, mom, i always miss you, mom! i rarely meet trains, how sad i am without

your warm hands and big birches, naive children’s tears when i scolded tutka seriously, my mother was with you... i didn’t ask for forgiveness, what a pity that i was once like that, mom, i always miss you, mom, i go to trains and meet you like... i’m sad without your warm hands, sometimes i

’m afraid that sadness will settle in my heart and i ’ll reject it, i’ll come back, mom, those childhood years, i know i’ll give everything. to be with you forever, forever, mom, i always miss you, mom, i go to meet trains, mom, how sad i am without your warm hands.

mom, how sad i am without your warm hands, thank you! thank you, thank you, friends, i tried this, how lyrical songs go today, that is, we sing about love, yes, then i have a little surprise for you, the fact is

that the song that will sound now, i i wrote about 26 years ago, but now i have redone the lyrics for this song, i am sure that many people know this song, raise your hands, who knows the only song, mine, yes, so , the point is that i already said, 26 years . i wrote it ago, but it was such a difficult period of my relationship, yes, and we almost broke up with my beloved, so such words turned out to be quite tragic then, our children would not be born, they would not give us flowers, but we never parted , maybe, by the way, thanks to this song, here and now my family, and children were born, and my wife says, we need to rewrite it, so many years have passed, and we, and you, our children still won’t be born... children, i rewrote this text, now i have new words and i just corrected it a little, but there is already a completely different attitude in this song, it...

turned out completely different, so, even in a broken mirror, bending over the fragments, in forgotten reflections, you will see me, and love in a crazy bird will break your window, we will be each other we will dream, we will dream, it

doesn’t matter. 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 there is no one nearby, at the hour when trouble comes. and now , as before, we will be together forever, and our children will be born, they will give us flowers, the cold wind will disappear, dreams will come true, my only one, betrothed to the wind. i

am brought together, my bright one, why do i need a king now, the stars are falling in the sea, if you are not nearby, my soul is flying away. once again our hearts strive for the sky, we are not afraid of heights.

this bitterness will not come from the sudden emptiness, in our broken mirror, you will see, bending down, lead the lives consumed, they return ringing, my only one, betrothed to the light. enlightened by the light, my bright one, why do i now reign, my stars are falling, if you are not nearby, my soul flies away.

women, support my crazy guitarists, who you see are tearing up the trumpets for you today. thank you.

more fun, friends, higher hands are bigger than life! there behind, a white trail in the blue desert, there behind the stern, my house remains, in the ocean of foamy distances, i will dissolve your sadness, it will melt there... i will return to goodbyes, i believe that i will return, hey, no sadness, our memory is stronger than separation, everything is ahead, we must continue to live, in the ocean of foamy

distances, i will dissolve your sadness, i will give. the sadness of farewells arises, i believe that i will return, just wait for me, through the rains, keeping, the light of my eyes, the light of my gez, a song about us, i know that i will pass, rains, only me, rains, live, memory and thread, our hearts will unite, hey, don't be sad, the ships will return to the shit, know without

separation, there are no meetings, in the ocean of foamy shares, i will dissolve... your sadness, the sadness of farewells will melt there, i believe that i will return, only wait for me, through the rains, keeping, the light of my eyes, the light of my thunderstorms, the song of us, i know that they will pass, the rains, only me, wait, the memory, peace, unite our hearts,

only even. through the rains they keep the light of my eyes, the light of my dreams, songs about us, to know that they will pass, the rains, just me, wait, memory and thread, unite our hearts.

amazing people of our country, over time i realized that this involved me so much that i didn’t see any other ways, only jewelry, they grew 700 tulips. i was in shock, i was so scared, but not in vain they say that the city takes courage, their calling is to bring enlightenment and spiritual development, you always strive for the highest, to achieve even

more, and in my opinion, there is no limit to perfection in this profession, the one who wants to achieve something, who really wants... you have to do good, you have only one life, watch on the belarus 24 tv channel. we will tell you about the diversity of belarusian cuisine. in moscow - shawarma, in st. petersburg - shawarma, in shklovia ogurverma. let me note that there are two camps here. the first is meat with balsamic vinegar and blackberry gel. it is fantastic. question to throw into the catch right away: do you think

that belarusians know how to cook this? of course they can, prove it to me? now i ’ll prove this to you, let’s let the shlovski cucumber brew for a little while, and then we’ll go try it and draw up a detailed gastronomic map of our country, that is , in fact, sash, we’ll add smoke here, we made it from a simple steak in a frying pan, steak fried on knili, residents shklova after all. great job, to create such a legendary culinary history based on one product, you need to try, see the project "food anywhere" on our tv channel. so, for the first time today it’s here. flash mob to a sailor’s song from a captain of the third rank,

by the way, above the silence of the sea, above the steep wave, two evening stars, two roads, two destinies, and one of them ... ice through the waves at sunrise, and the other pulls me towards home, calls me to the port again, i can’t stay at home for long, my heart asks for the sea, to watch the dawn begin in the ocean, as soon as the horizon, the foamy shore is crossed out, i am again drawn to home, porf is calling me again, you are a sailor, i sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are listening, at sea, we will not meet, no way, you are a sailor,

i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are listening, i am at sea, we will not meet in any way, i am beloved, explained how the cat is babbling, she doesn’t want to listen, she wants to be kissed, and my beloved said how i walked my seas, she doesn’t want to listen, she wants to love harder, so that she can love. 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 never meet, you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you listen, i am at sea, we will never meet, i , probably not in vain, this time i went to the seas, i exchanged gifts there, all my relatives are waiting for them, soon our fellows, all the welding braids, will sail like negs and the ships will moor,

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 never meet, you are a sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are on land, we will not meet at sea, they do everything right there, otherwise i don’t see it, right? i forgot to say, when i raise my hand, like this at first, everyone is making as much noise as they can, babbling, singing, now we’ll sing, get ready, you sailor, i am a sailor, you are a fisherman, i am a fisherman, you are listening, i am at sea, you are on land, i am at sea, you are on land, i am at sea, sea, everyone is at sea, sea, 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, 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, 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, i am at sea, we will not meet in any way, you are on the ground, i am at sea we are not we'll meet again you’re on the boat, i’m at sea, we won’t meet at all! this sounds childish, but we want adults to become children a little at our concert, you know, so that you can forget a little about your various worries and come home knowing how to do a flash mob to a sailor’s song, this is the most important thing, i will sing several men’s

songs, the first song that i composed, well , let’s say, a few years ago, i composed it when i first marched as part of the immortal regiment. i was carrying photographs of my parents, mother and father, who, by the way, were born in belarus, people also walked around me and carried photographs of their loved ones, and i thought that while our descendants will go out as part of the immortal regiment and carry yellowed photographs of their ancestors, “we will not let anyone change our common history, we will not forget our ancestors, we are all an immortal regiment, flowing the river of the immortal

regiment, along the streets, avenues, across the country, walking in a row with portraits in their hands, the descendants of the victors in the war, in old photos, forever young, having left their watch in the sky, our ancestors walk with us as if alive, the river flows, immortal regiment, the river of the immortal flows shelf. the river flows and there is no end to the columns, they walk in a row and the marshal of soldiers from the photographs faces like from an icon, without closing their eyes, they look at us, they walk

with us in death, trampling death, as in the forty- first world, hiding behind itself. with you, our life will not end until the river of the immortal regiment flows, the river of the immortal regiment flows, so that the saved world does not forget the heroes, and he, exploding, oblivion into silence, passes into eternity through... the immortal formation goes again to fight for the country, the dead souls merging with ours, a wave skipping right into the clouds, in their descendants are 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 regiment flows, thank you. above my battle road, two eagles fly high, one of them is black at night, the other is white, one cannot

stand the day, if the white one survives the battle, my dear will meet me at home, if a warrior lies, it means he hopes, he hopes for love, then there will be to live, maybe straight, it’s better not to go, so he’s sitting somewhere on the side, but another... but we have no way, without defenders in to the lower country, our ancestors have debts... and centuries, they shed blood, over these borders

the homeland will never die, until the men leave for battle, if a warrior is dreaming, that means he hopes, he hopes for love, that means... yes he will live, oh, if a warrior finds his hair, it means he hopes, he hopes for love, it means he will live, above the dear of my homeland, in the rustle of a wing there is no end to the battle, only the banner must not fall. the son will pick up the banner from his father, if a warrior shaves,

that means he hopes, he hopes for love, that means he will live, oh, if a warrior shaves, that means he hopes, hopes for love, that means he will live. above my battle road, two eagles are hawking, one of them is flying, the other has white wings.

now there will be a song, one of my favorite songs, of all the ones i composed, because i wrote this song for the valiant airborne troops, no one except us understood, where is the noise, hello. the light of the sky and the aks in our hands, and the wind from the turbines will press the grass, the airborne troops are forever in our hearts, as we fall asleep we see the blue, in the lines tight as strings the winds will disappear for us, how beautiful our homeland is from high, let them know that the power will never be let down, airborne, landing... no one except us will withstand this airborne assault on the very

edge, no one except the nose, we are falling into the sky, carrying the cook to victory in battle. at the forefront of attack, when there is fire everywhere, everything is rapidly collapsing around us, the bmd will help us, a landing horse will cover us from the back, a reliable friend will cover us from the back, on the march in flight, in the mountains and skies, we burned, froze, crawled in the swamps, dreamed of surviving and women... they shot the heart instead of a machine gun, no one except us can stand it,

airborne assault, at the very edge, no one but us, we fall into the sky, carrying the dome. to victory in battle, oh, someday you will dream of fogs under the wing and a dome rustling on the grass, you will want to get together and... remembering the bummer, raise the pokal for the glory of the airborne forces, no one except us can stand

it. airborne landing, at the very edge, no one but us, we fall into the sky, carry the bathe, to victory in battle, no one but us.

night and day, you and i dreamed that the sails, the skies would take off, so that the ringing lights would flash night and day, now it has come true, we are shaking on the armor, nights days, we rush into eternity, maybe back, someone will not return. in the dark days, 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 shed joy not outside the window, but i will return through nights and days, just wait and open the window, maybe together with

the first spring rain, i... will pour into the peace outside your window, night and days, mountain roads, stars, fires, cold, worries, years of travel, the winds measure out, nights, days, years have passed, we have become more mature, our nerves , have become stronger, steel, the years have passed, the nights and days have not rolled us away, 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 pour out the window in silence, but i will return through the nights and days, only you wait and open the window, maybe

along with the first spring yes... i will spill in the silence outside your window, night 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 the dawn comes, maybe in a year or a thousand years, maybe together. with the first spring rain, i will pour in 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 pour in the silence outside the window, but i will return through the nights and days,

only you must and open the window, maybe along with... with the first spring rain, i will pour in the silence outside your window, nights and days, nights and days, nights, how do you like it? how are people feeling, how is the weather here? today, by the way, they were afraid that it would rain at the concert, yes, but the fact is that when the squadron group goes somewhere arrives, clear days come, especially when we sing together, seven clear days, suddenly more life comes out, how? so it turns out,

everything ends so quickly, and it’s not like that in the evening, the lanterns are calling us, life is a stubborn friend. but i will keep my back straight so that nothing happens from dawn to dusk, and i eat the clear days, leaving them 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, myself white, like friends, skillful, catch the wind of my soul, the vanity of my days, and i will kill you, dear,

my sadness is closed, if you get in my way like a fly, blaming me, and i leave the clear days for myself, and i leave the gloomy days, honor is important. and i keep the clear days for myself, and i return the gloomy days to fate, the village has friends, more life, so a flash mob, let’s wave our hands.

if only my brightest and most cherished friends, you would not leave me, no, never, never, how does it happen, my song ends. and my life continues to seethe like water, and i am clear, to you, and i keep clear days for myself, and i give food back to fate, and i am clear days. i leave it to myself, and i gloomy days, i return to myself, and i leave clear days to myself, iburni, return fate, and

i am the last, so where is it louder?