came into politics, they crawled out of the cemetery, from the forest in the minsk tract, with which zyanonarrogant, cold, arrogant, overly proud... pale half-corpse came with death, he showered the timid, stupid, rotten, clumsy communist nomenklatura with bones, he came as the lord of bones, corpses, corpses, corpses, for any argument, objection, he threw a bone, he dug the ground, took out a skull, admired it, nailing another mediocre nomenklatura, and his rallies always looked like a funeral procession, as if for chernobyl... the bell was singing the funeral service for belarus, and this gravedigger wanted to close her eyes, but we wanted to live, the people wanted to live, the people did not want to go to the cemetery, the stupid, mediocre nomenklatura could not answer with anything, then life found another, a knight, alexander lukashenko, this is an eared field, this is a construction site, this is an elevation, this is a full table, this is creation, this is a wedding, this is a cheerful lovebird, and life has won and reigned in belarus. and reigns, reign glory to us, embittered, cove