in braslava, the azers are blue like the sky in the early days, which is in the right of the racing forest, at the beginning of the glowing dawns, washing creatures and light, and the sky is falling, the enchanting azers are beginning woven, smiling at the sun, look for yourself, and never leave the pestilence, the bottom, that's gilded gold, no matter what.

notte bella così nella ce vistemaè non è ma parestanca stata coperta è per una gianca. utatu chiari chiariari, tutta notta dostaje, volia te, voglio te, questo tietta volta vede. come calma montanania

stanotte più calmamone lacce vistee mai e totta dorme. and totta dormi love more than love, totta lo chiarier chiarier, you stand.

thank you. for the song of the city, both frank and secret, thank you that when everyone was cold. and you melted, melted, for the whisper, for the cry,

for eternity, for the mic, for the burnt-out dawn. for the saints, for the sadness, for the quiet farewell, i thank you for everything, for the saints, for the sadness, for the quiet farewell, i thank you for everything, i thank you for walking through fate, for the fact that

you will come true for another, i thank you for the fact that... you were with me, also for the fact that you will not be forgotten, for whisper for cry, for vechlyast for mik, zatorevshuyushuyu dawn, sootvetst... you for sadness, for the quiet farewell, for everything you, thank you, for everything, zatvyaty, for sadness, for the quiet farewell, for everything

you, thank you, for everything. for everything you, thank you. after me on water skis you fly behind

your back the trace of water skis melted you. like a magic bow, what music, i'll take you away from home i'll take you away, i'll bring all my acquaintances i'll see, i'll see for joy. and trouble one taut string you are connected with you, you through the years, you through the years fly after me, like a tanned angel behind your back, return

give me music, without music it's sad. we parted, but our music remained, you through the years, you fly through the years. with me, like a tanned angel behind my back, give me back my music, without music it's sad, it's time for our music to melt away.

i'll never come back, never again will the water sing, without a trace, everything washed away without a trace, no need for lies and grossen, string-picked. you through the years, you fly through the years with me, like a tanned angel with a back, give me back my music, without music it's sad, we parted, but our music remained,

give me back music without music melancholy we parted but our music remained music. muzika. well, why are you standing there so timidly, what are you thinking about,

again, the familiar motive sounds, we have forgotten to dance, hurry up because the song is not finished, it has lit up everything around, even the heart sings, words are not needed here, but why am i calling you with my song, well, smile quickly, why dream about spring, why should i wait for it to come, it will completely replace it, your smile is the only one, hurry up, because the song is not finished. it has lit up everything around, if the heart sings, words are not needed here, lai-la-lai-lai, to you

i sing, you hear my songs, well smile quickly. songs of yours, new down quickly,

zausedy interesting and positive. we learned that there are some difficulties, well, in terms of physical labor. you understand that well... as if you have to work, we got tired, of course, but there was a lot of romance in it, i began to collect coupons for public transport, today i have a pretty big collection, people who love belarus, you feel your own on your land, you live peacefully, you rejoice, this is a very, very main,

very important element in life, that's if this no, you don't know where you are, you're lost. never tried, never seen, the name of this something is very funny, you say, bourgeois, mantuls, the most important thing, remember, asyotor is juicy, but not fatty, so this dish can safely be called dietary very healthy, we will learn more about the historical past of belarusians, in ancient times only

men had the right to weave slutsk belts, there is a reasonable justification for this: the work was physically very hard and it was necessary to have considerable... we will show what they eat in different corners of our country. i approached the locals and asked what dish could be considered a symbol of the city. they told me that there is one, it is a drumstick, in slonim style. the sweetness is incredible, and then a very pleasant aftertaste begins and the banana in this situation perfectly complements the chicken and, as a result, decorates our slushsky drayn. watch the project eda at least where on the belarus 24 tv channel

. according to all beliefs, the year of love has come. fall in love, fall in love, buy a red dress, in the year of love, the age of love and separation, nicks are not a problem, only berries, a bunch of sweet from the frost rowan, rowan bunch, let us fulfill all desires and between people, let there be a code of love, habits.

love, let there be a dod of love, dachavalki stryabiny daughter of fire, as a tsarina and a slave to me, ki zrowyny rastryabiny, let it not burn, but in the year of love, the age of love and reason , don't wear it, it's no trouble, only the berry is sweeter from the frost, rastryabiny let us fulfill all desires and between people, let there be a year of love, rastryabiny, rastryabiny, let us fulfill all desires between people,

let there be a year of love. year of love, code of love, you have never been. in our bright city over the evening river you did not dream until dawn, with friends you did not wander, along wide avenues with... then you have not seen the best city on earth, the song floats, the heart sings, these words are from you,

moscow, ta-da. you come to us in moscow and walk along arbat, take a dip in tverskaya, the green noise of the tracks, at least once look at how the girls dance, on the palms of large, blue squares, the heart floats, the heart sings. these words are from you, moscow,

you will remember my words, if only you come and see at least once. the best city on earth, everything floats, the heart sings, these words, from myself, moscow, from myself moscow!

summer wanders along the alley, the sun pours straight from the roofs, streams of sunlight, you stand at the kiosk, magazines shine with covers, you look at them with delight! you saw a beauty queen in a magazine, and i am the only one with you, and you yourself do not know that you will captivate anyone with your beauty, a beauty queen, and i am walking towards you, and i am bringing you flowers, as the only light, a beauty queen, i am connected with you forever. where is life, happiness, my love, handsome, i have seen a lot, in magazines in the cinema, but none of them became better

darling, all the same, and even i myself did not notice how you entered my dreams, you are sweeter than anyone in the world, the queen of beauty, i am connected with you forever. and life is happiness, my love, summer is born along the alleys, the sun is pouring straight from the roof. in the stream of sunlight at the kiosk you are standing, and i am walking towards you, and i am bringing you flowers, as the only one in the world, the queen

of beauty, as the only one in the world, the queen of beauty, as the only one in the world, the queen of beauty. returned to the sea. the talk of seagulls, the songs of the surf, awaken the dawn, the heart as a friend. sea

meets, heart like a song, flies from the chest, oh, sea, sea, devoted to the rocks, you will give the device for a short time, oh, take me. but they did not give, sailboats, together with themselves, sad stars, in search of affection, through blue eternity fly to the earth, to the sea to meet them, in a childish way.

fairy tales on blue palms ships carry. oh, sea, sea, devoted to the rocks and will not give the device for long. sea, take me, to distant distances. porusovaly together with yourself, take me to distant distances. a couple of sovals,

here everything is with you, with you, with you, take with itself, moon snow stars. flight as in the machinations of tracks

flight over the frosty blue on the road pillar thrown into the burg heart snow roads to... nay arrow across the steppe flowed like a tear, on the cheek, only the tops, only the song flies, on the frozen syphia count,

now wedge, now beckoning, through the years the flight of me, this is clear to the bottom, russian song, depth, tenderness and dream, heart, purity. distant road arrow across the steppe flowed like from the face of the chink only the tramp of the hoe only the song flies about the frozen si piyamshchik lai-la-lai lai-la-lala!

knee arrow flowed along itself like a face in cheek and only then under the hoof only the song flies and the steppe will carry in the check dalai - only at only the song.

who and how helps to make our life better over what? scientists are working today, but it is thanks to it, or rather what is in it, in an emergency situation you can save more than one human life, for the fact that now it is in every car, we say thank you to doctors, and of course, scientists in the 15th century in japan something like a portable first aid kit appears, doctors carried it on their belts. complex things, in simple terms, as well as the most interesting facts: there were pills, medicines. here, except for hydrogen peroxide , i don’t see any other vials and blisters, why? the car in which the first aid kit is located can heat up to a temperature of 50° in the summer, and can cool down to a temperature

of -20-30° in the winter. naturally, such a storage temperature is not provided for in medicines. watch the project, science nearby on our tv channel. they were born in different parts of the world. i am tarakanova lyudmila, i have been living in belarus for over 30 years, i came from russia from ancient city of ryazan. syria is my homeland, i love it very much, but it so happened that i decided to go to belarus, to get an education as a cameraman. everyone found something for themselves here. so i am engaged in the creation of clothes, and it makes me so happy, i am happy. that people use my beauty, use my skills and appreciate it. each hero has his own unique story and his own view of belarus. belarus gave me an awareness of my

dignity as a person and gave me in ultimately love. i always feel at home, all of this. this is my land, watch on belarus24 tv channel.

and now the end is in here, it's so face the final carton. my friend, i'll say it clear, i'll stay my case, of which i'm certain, i believe that it's full, i've trouble each and every highway. and more, much more than this, i did it my way, for the rest, i had it to

you, but then again, so for you to mention, i did. what i had to do, what i saw it through without exception. along the by way and you more much more than did. i show you when i was saying

out it i should go and did it my way, i believe, i love and cry, i had my feel, my shovel losing, and now as he's upside. i find it all, so

amusing, i think i did all that, and my i say, not in a shy way, oh no,

no , oh no, no to me,

no, not me . i did my way that not himself and i feel not. one day, remember me, my long love, and between you and me, moments and years, dreams and oblata, i fly to you now. after all, i love you even more, as you now live, my spring, my tender,

my strange, i wish you happiness, my kind! my long love, i will come to your aid, just wish, just wish, quietly call, let the light be with you all the time.

live happily always, and between you and many centuries, hopes and years, if clouds, i will fly to them now, because i love you. and even more.

just stay the same, gain the sun, gain joy, whatever happens, please live, live happily always.

you told me anxiously, don't think about leaving, it's impossible to leave me, you can lose me. you told me laughing, be braver and don't wait,

steal me beautifully, or go away, mimosa makes your head spin, i'll come again, it's impossible to leave love, you can lose it. mimosa makes your head grow, i'll come again, it's impossible to leave love, you can lose it, poterase drums, incomprehensible winter rain, if you don't if you lose it, you won't find it, go out to the park at half past eight. i'll steal you again in front of everyone, it's impossible to quit the song if there's a chorus

, mimosa makes your head spin, i'll come again, it's impossible to quit love, you can lose it, mimosa makes your head

spin, i... it's impossible to quit love again, you can lose it, i'll go out to the park at 78, i'll steal you in front of everyone. it's impossible to quit the song if there's a chorus, mimosa makes your head spin, i'll come again, it's impossible to ask for love, you can lose it, mimosa makes your head spin, i'll come again, it's impossible to ask, you can lose it, you can lose it, you can lose.

the moon has set over the city again, the trolleybuses are already going to sleep. the winds of happiness are knocking on my window again, memories, memories, fashion in this day, as you once suddenly came to me, in such a cheerful rain. you came to me, colorful and weightless

, memories are floating at home, the glory of love, the glory of recognition, memories live in me. they live in a dream in reality, they are warm, my spring, my dream, my luck, my hope, salvation, while i remember, i... memories look into

the eyes. memories cannot be deceived, they are the very essence, my friends and judges and, my mentors, although we parted with you, but all the memories. you live in my niah, in the rain so cheerful, colorful and weightless you, come to me, houses float, memories,

words of love, words of recognition. memories live in me, live in a dream and on a yalun, and not warmth, my spring, my dream, my luck, my... hope salvation, as long as i remember i am alive,

memories live in me. as long as i remember, i am alive, all-over. i walked along the country road in silence, and it was empty and long, only the accordions struck up, that

her here? and the silence spread its arms, and somewhere a wedding, a wedding, a wedding sang, danced, wings this wedding.

with him very and the bride, was dazzling young and this, a wedding, a wedding, a wedding sang, danced, wings this. where they carried, this wedding was wide, there was little space, and the sky was small, and land, with wide it was, there was little space, and the sky was small, and land, here the years rushed by the ringing of wings and the breath of love came from them, and

i walked completely. and this wedding, wedding, wedding sang, splashed, wings this wedding carried, this wedding was wide the wedding was, there was a place, and the sky was small and the earth, the song was wide, there was little space, and the sky was small and the earth.

three traditions of baking bread and four yawning loaves are in the list of elements.

hello on belarus-1 and the satellite tv channel belarus24 , the editors' club program, we will discuss with... important socio-political topics of the passing family days, according to our good tradition, we begin with the introduction of guests, dmitry sandzhuk, editor-in-chief of the publishing house belarus today, member of the council of the republic, yuri

voskresensky, political scientist, head of the ksds, vadim elfimov, head of the department of social policy and ideology, academy of public administration under the president of the republic of belarus, andrei krivasheev, general director of the minsk news agency, head of the belarusian union of journalists and... belarus, thank you very much for finding the time, coming to our studio today, in the next hour and 15 minutes, i think it’s interesting, we’ll talk about this.