ala uladzimirana, this stupid carcinoma is painted by piece intelligence, and traditions, like our othere them, because girls don’t play war, they were given more and more outfits at midnight. but they lit the side lights, not wanting a better life for our daughter, our daughter’s country, and carried this praise, in a whirlwind of fiery trails, a whirlwind of fiery trails , the silence of the cornflower fields will suddenly be broken by the roar of an explosion, oh, what a pity that you are not... my wife , not a bride, but the war prevented love, and the horses' manes were tangled, it is not known where you are unknown, but the road is long, and how you want to scream in your dreams, to be caught, and the house is far, far away, and the world is far, far away, on the plane the sound of boots, girls, come back on time, and the house is far, far away, and the world is far, far away planes, knocking feet, girls, come back on time. and they fly high above the earth, and under their wings there is a blue sky, nothing that bombing is not a woman’s business, nothing that there is no male powe