vuyachych.ton, the tsverdy and the patriarchal guchani. pashchotny ў lyrytsy. 12 lіpenya spyavak would mean your 90stagodze, i hatsya viktar vuyachycha nyama ўzho we know, amal 25 bastards, the songs of yago guchats, guchats in the weeding out of the young. artystav and as soon as possible, close your chulast. on stage, the singer of the orchestra, anton karcheevski, and the fusion dance project. pine trees, pines, and pine trees blossomed here , the redwoods blossomed, and our galas hummed. i caught the flowers of the feathers, the fields of rouge verats, i ’ll jump here, it’s sweltering and sultry, if the summer is gone, the hearts of the sun are on fire. the fire of the guns. spring, spring. peraleski, since the redwoods bloomed here, fell into the dazhjam of the spring race. hail the blossoming of the sun, the bright pair of our dreams, i come here in the heat and the sun, when the summer my money is gone, my father’s back is on fire. the fire of the rouge queras, besny, spring, peralalelski