without end tell me why, then we love, tell me why you love each other, counting the days all the time we are waiting, like a miracle, we are waiting for the only one . so a miracle, although she must must. tell

us we were able to find out when meeting with the latter. and where do you come from and i am your love and the fate of the foggy worlds completely, so that we are you, we will order each other's fate. on fate orders to melt

in the light of stars at the edge of the earth to the sound in this universe in this universe window to find love always find the phone again i'm looking for you in the light. looking for you among strangers a relaxed god next to you can't people in you together can people can't love earthly love. without end tell me why, then we love,

tell me why we love each other, counting the days, burn the hearts of love all the time. we are waiting, like a miracle of this one and only. we are waiting like a miracle although she should rather without wednesday. say, let them not be able to meet us from where. whence that you are my

come on love you told me in the city of stone,

a lanterns with eyes. yellow, through the fog to love. i was not good at it before. so fiery fiery in my soul is not careful. you unravel it so, help me help. i feel sorry for the icing to me oh, the heartbeat. in the window of the sinner, a parrot threatened us mysteriously with a

palm baby, and the city drank as you near the news. you called me smart girls, the girl's legs were able to understand that you were joking aroused passions. help me. help me lived so vowel night behind, you see, you give me ah heartbeat. breathing lucky of love i

smell of may rum twilight is long, and the city of stone on the coast of news rolled up painted the street with marvelous colors, but thunderclouds swirl over the bukhara of passions. help me, help me lived so vowel. you see me from the heart and the door to the fire. did you love?

what do you know about belarusian cuisine without pancakes and for a belarusian, our recipe will be very different from the countryside or the concept is the same ingredients the same we will share the recipe for the

hearty witch i didn’t forget us with poppy seeds and national color, straum and reason, and we will cook pork meat with the left genadivich kovalenko boiled. take an example from our unsurpassed chef, who can turn the process of preparing the most simple dish into a creative process. he surrenders show belarusian cuisine on tv channel, belarus twenty-four. i typed for myself, on the right, some kind of shit, and that one needs to have strength 50 years ago, few people knew about these places, real poles lived here, who traveled only by boats, those

very people in the swamps, my wife wanted me to get married. and what to do birch was invited by the artist? i said it definitely sucks. at skin their poezhu, in the childhood. i didn’t particularly like being taken to the countryside. and now i like it here more than in the city, to be honest. its fish feed on called who they are, of course, soon we will feed and roofs a different mentality. if you work to work, if you sing to sing to have fun, it means to have fun, but if god forbid, and some grief, then also the bell

with a terrible policy. look in the project of the same name on belarus 204 tv channel.