my girl, tomorrow morning you will come back to me again, my dear, my fagels, sad-eyed, half-shaked maysa did not have time to accumulate, the one whom no one holds anywhere anymore, thread, velvet, and needles, that’s all the things, and they’re also crushed on the shelf, so life would go on, only i see the sun less and less, less often, there was a time, there were. dear, but it’s not the same, the years have mowed my hair, wiped my coat, gelatin is a jew, so he said that everything passes, quietly as in paradise, the stars above the place are high and bright, and i sing to myself, i am on my own edge, i... mark shternevski, the ensemble gilzaga and white dew, the quality of the world is the same, the quality of different countries and peoples, we all look different, we have different language, different views, different traditions and religion, etc. we are all born in the dark, in the dark, in our lives and in our loved ones. and now on our yuletide stage with marami ab shchastі, honored artist of the republic of belarus, zhanet. sustrakaytse, syabry! dobry večer festival, labas vakara