kali ranak has arrived, the matsi has begun to grow, and pa hatse, the smell of idze, the timber hasidze. bread is on the table, father's bolt, the needle is delicious, holy to the idea, bread is on the steel, patskalus is falling. is there a lot of smear, and what about the taste? the skin of the guest will tell you, holy brothers, cut up the abrus, bright zen for you, and stubble, brother belarusians, father's vapult, savory and gulta, holy idze, bread on steel, father's bolt, savory and gulka, holy idze. the pasalotse has a hell of a harvest, a new one, belarus has beauty, the grain of the fish is staggering the sound of our sounds, the sound of songs. i golas of our right hands, bread i golas , batskava wolf, sleep ahead, holy ida, bread on the table, batskava, sleeping, holy idze, bread on steel, and sulking, we sleep a mustache, simple word bacca . chotiri, you are a father.