campsiter igar palivoda created the master of the belarusian song art, which were presented here at maladzechnyonnya geta. the song is known from the repertoires of the archestra and from the very beginning the deepest pains and experiences of panades to the white fluff of the cherry vykonvaya the singer of the archestra iryna irshonak and the dance project fudzhen vukham cherry byts. blue wings sparkle the lungs, blue wings of the mother, blue wings of the mother. in front of all the wind, on the patched strings of the sun, on the tremulous wings, the ringing of the ice is clear in them, the ringing of the ice. don’t forget it, don’t tell me, don’t panic, don’t reconnoiter, don’t spaznat, don’t let me think about it, why rattle, rattle, jingle, why rattle, rattle, jingle . the song flows and flows, the light melts freely, but whoever smells, maybe only he sings, maybe only he sings, a thousand songs of praise, the meaning is clear to them, at the price of the heart. panad to the white downs of cherries, to the blue wings of the butterflies, to the cake of sparks, lungs, blue-winged moths, blue

yasche times i will say that the festival is at maladzechni geta badai that adzina national festival.an music, belarusian autaras, belarusian vykanauts, and this forum is renewed, where people on this stage are already so old, and vykanautsy, and ўtars, and taxama і moladzi, ўtomorrow ўtаrі ўўўўўўѕ budza addadzen festival days, well, i think the minister of culture of belarus, anatol markevich, is right to say, i’m asking. uzho 23 every year we gather once again on this rich land of maladzets and plant all our treasures to demonstrate our great creativity, our belarusianness, our history, decline, and you know, sunny, when we walked on the streets of maladzechnag, vyaliki intares. in our eyes, in our lives, and in the festival, we are working, i want to say, of course, you are all the same, what a jumping stage, what special effects, well , all the great things, at sunny chancellery, celebrations at the maladzechansky festivals, this soul, these emotions, which the viewers and tv presenters infect, which they capture from their fathers. darechs, the concert is what they call it, melod