we will hear tsiya ў luza from the fashioned folklore-ethnographic ensemble nerush. former red one, they caught me, burned me and tied up the fluffs, such is the share of may. they caught me they burned, and the bunches were tied, such a share of may, when i was from the husks of the grass, when i was from the husks, i was sorry. this is not a nuclear field , they took me and knitted my badges until may, they took me and knitted my boots like this. by the will of may, my mother was not of the dacha race, my mother was not a stranger, they got me married, and i know you were crying, that’s how it was. i got married and made love to anyone until may, and why didn’t it happen, it wasn’t good to love. i forgot, eyelids are fast they were drying up, and the good ones were taken, so much of may, the shots were drying up, and the good times were taken, so much of may. dambra, why haven’t you killed the kans, carols, get up, let’s smoke, we thank you for this, her story. its nature, its culture, its faith, its people, and its generosity. you will feel it once and never forge