know this melody, sustrakayce, a legend of the belarusian stage, a veteran of the song, vladzislau misevichrs, in the flowers, i won’t find my dear, i won’t find my dear. in order for me to find her quickly, it looks like i’ll have to break off all the flowers, don’t hide them. next to the gentleman dear, you are a lilac, let it be in bloom, bloom, it’s better that we are in the same place, let us hide with you, let us hide with you, fight with you, you and the lilac, put it, put it, let it be in bloom , to the blossom, we’d better be in the garden, in the garden, let ’s hide with you, let’s hide with you, let’s fight with you! if you give a gift to the sirs, why is it so great, i can’t understand how much for my wounds, what’s in the sky on the way out. day mayo, to whom the rouge has fallen, no one is unfaithful alesya, oh the sullen turd, i am flocking to the distances of the past, falling down, to the self-made zhaurynka, the call of crying, pasla, packing. not the golden fogs, the burning fires are a pity; on lesya, be dark, kahanaya, be, flock on in the ranks of the past,