it is precisely the shaky tikakovoness of the church and the undistinguished decoration of the temple that you varta will have to stay in this miraculous church until now. the shrine is not only coming in handy the agro-town of zhuprany ale appears in the face of the mustache of belarus, i expect the skin caps of us have opened their way to the shrine, but such monumental hallways and spiritually rich shrines will visit. we will be divided simply until we meet again.

it all starts with stocks and traditions, the memory of our ancestors. preservation of the culture of belarusian rituals and crafts but the world is changing. changing generations and attitudes and creativity does not stand still. when people realize the value of traditions and understand where to move on, art takes on new bright colors.

people will console the edge of happiness on their land oh,

and the road is lost, they live one rummage, i give up, and i will try on our planet. and in the space of the world on disturbing peacefully will we windows for me the heart of a great soul of resignation.

z and included behind you is not required to always feel with me, souls, leave, we are children, think. people all beetle happiness on their land.

fifth

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i brought heaven to play the wheels in the summer, it always sings simply.

i am healthy.

something not all the way. music me spare

i we use that heaven cries to us from putin hallelujah

to test any reason, i will not show now. i confessed everything, that is, that i am mine in every heart, i

remember that everything was with me, the lord

. and swimmers what do i sing? i remember everything was talking to me.

everything, that is, he created mine in every heart. i remember, i forgot, i'm already melting with me there are divorces with me.

golden performing thank you do not be afraid.

dzhekunya, i'm a paw beetle, it was lonely so close.

today was. it

's all summer. thank you for meeting people who will definitely be remembered. i am rather a person with a very rich imagination and such spatial thinking that i developed in my childhood, the heroes will share impressive stories of work in that it changes, it is changeable. i can like to sit at the computer. half a day also go to do something on the table, run through the halls,

perhaps something needs to be changed or corrected in your work. i try to stick some simpler laconic forms circle square rectangle, i also try to work more with natural shades and tell you how to choose a piece of natural material for your life's work in your home. i feel his energy, i feel this natural smell. i can touch it somewhere to relax and feel it. more harmoniously, i would say that i am a perfectionist, that is, it is important for me to do everything right from the very beginning, and in fact this is quite true. well, it actually interferes a little in life, because i want everything to be perfect, watch the belarusians in the project on our tv channel. about the weather in belarus, about the climate on the planet , the reception of our colleagues is clamped by our walkie-talkie , our talk about the backyard, as well as fascinating conversations with experts, the beach. kolya

in the lakes of katashi, which is called belarusian tunisia near the kobrin region, what is reluctant? how to grow yoshki berries, you plant them. in general, they use the same methods as for planting, e our garden plants, than not carelessly seasonal allergies, for example, when wears bracelets or belt buckles or metal buttons and together develop an infiltrate develops the phenomenon of dermatitis. should we wait this summer invasion of mosquitoes, horseflies, reasons for flies at the beginning of the year, there may be fewer of them, but then the numbers are, well , it will increase, for example. at the bottom, the divers knew the space ship, watch the telebarometer on tv channel belarus 24.

ah-ah-ah april

cats will not grow with him it's a pity, for the blocks, clay, it spreads, fog, to rest gadsky. kakha did not bring my peace, my sky.

and a hallelujah

putin ships song breakage arrives arrives the same video we will be your

crane there dreams to walk. where are you, crane? the lights are disappearing breaking curves.

let your crane give peace to the jackal. can

wing jesus swindle

the hallway light a small shadow iago wing oh my dead moment poroshna light. every day you give me strength and the friends of the carts under me are friends, dear to the sun, i

go dialing. oh my not friendly until the sun me go lord comes green. i hid will leave. finally, don't let go. o my father, your circle is on purpose in the spring, pulling

and glad of the lord from his people and the emptiness na-na-na-na-na-na. and let them not dissolve oysya.

hallelujah

all my life all my spring has not heard. have joy goodness smiles to hide behind. i am your life.

i'm free thank you very much. whips

and with me words will not speak the spoiled to disenchant. so that the amount becomes sneezing, ready to follow

you, the day enters the pain does not recede, non-existence and will begin to speak with me to fight. i turn around for you.

bewitched, bewitched fairy bewitched earth

weekend is the time to escape from the worries of everyday work and dedicate them to travel . that's all there is. here in belarus it's amazing with us. you will receive a charge of positive emotions. it was very cool, the maximum speed that a tricycle can develop is 120 km / h. you will see the bright sights of our country, take off the first planes from bykovo. it started during the first world war. so that the local airfield is one of the oldest in the history of aviation . watch the program the route is built on the tv channel. 24, i

rightly gained some kind of insane for myself, and that one needs to have strength for a day 50 years ago, few people knew about these places, who still knew real polishchuks lived here, who traveled only by boats, those same people in the swamps, my wife wanted me to get married . and what to do birch was invited by the artist? i said definitely dumb places sewn off from their skin on the mirror in childhood. i didn’t particularly like being taken to the countryside, as usual. and now i like it here more than in the city, to be honest. her fish eats on with is called, who they are, of course, soon a month. if you work to work,

if you sing to sing to have fun, it means to have fun, but if god forbid he is in some kind of grief, then also look at the bell sieve in the project of the same name on belarus 204 tv channel. on a spring

day, you know it suddenly bursts through the window. you open your arms for him, because he a harbinger of your happiness with a fresh breath, it is filled with eyes that will open the world and lead. god when the spring wind comes, do you rule?

there are nothing to fail to know is to think about the fate of past days. you understand that life is a cycle and the sky is at will, we are grains of sand with fresh feet, it will fill cool eyes. when the fun comes, you manage once fuck it, let the day of the past money from mine.

when will the blizzard and windows come? and god.

support that as if sad. i was behind the walls of the guitar, thoughts returned again to that, dear, the city, the native spirit of the gazebo, where our songs of honest young boys sounded for three, one guitar rebuffed and for nothing, and springs in

lyosha sun pants on these layers of battles super-old he told me the songs of that guitar we ran away, we remember less, we sleep better by e-mail, writes letters once you called. what happened? what happened? tell me something about a sin you taught life, so the grid lives in that regard, young boys for three one guitar with the transition of the song what

happened what happened sorry? so so talks ready yard young boys for three one guitar and beat the song of summer and spring we hide owls, not pants, t-shirts remember their superstar songs only the guitars of young boys for

three are overwhelmed and tired without not summer and spring superstar songs only love, what are you doing to me?

who can again and on the wings of a dream together we can not, like the captivity of love, but you can’t

turn off the path, so we fly back in the clouds. love you are my angel or bebec a stream of sin and the road to heaven is you. send me grace, i want summer, i'm standing on the edge of my

life, i'm afraid of a black void, and everything can return again and on the wings of a dream. in yours, the sky of love serves me to create this way, but it is impossible. oh,

your love step to interfere with the void, not a step back. good evening friends. a well, in short, like this

up hop that's great. the song is called well. i see that we are all very well, my friend. you did not understand me, my friend and became. i do not want to chop hot, but it will burn out soon. now i washed away the seal and everything is fine. i'm sorry goodbye lord i'm leaving beautifully. i forgot your love, the heart will find strength, as it will be simple. what was the circle? and i feel good. you me

do not sophisce back. wait in vain for what empty words, even if i'm wrong, but it doesn't hurt anymore, my head and everything is fine. i'm leaving beautifully strength, then you will be so friendly. and i feel good. well, let's all show together how good it is.

i'm leaving beautifully. i forget, love heart will find strength. it will be better this way. now you just believe, our god has come with a ring. both are good and brazil rotate, i'm leaving, beautiful. i forget. you just believe our god you and all is well. do not forget me friends and happy.

hallelujah

me always. lenin i can't live without you you live my sky, and i'm fighting your life, you're gentle past, what do you love or not? forever

fate and said i want you do not believe the arrow began the life of my eyes, forgot everything always loves you. the world of love is like money without you, i can’t live, you are my sky. and i'm fighting your life gently and happiness to be higher and that you love you too. and

why did today pay the whole alleluia 1 2 3 my sky, and i get up your life. we fly tenderness, but higher.

each musical instrument has its own story, don't be afraid that it has so many many buttons. these are not buttons. this is an opportunity for interesting and useful facts. imagine we are now taking on the load of two buckets of water and will stand. and wait with this load for an hour and a half on stage meeting with belarusian artisans and performers of different musicians in different countries love different timbres of sound. we have learned to take this into account and do it now. no, not educated children. all children, well, will play after some period with both hands. watch the sponge

cases in the project on belarus 24 tv channel. people, byelorussians steeples and protselubivy oleg ali get to know better byelorussians see jim yanas live and jim breathe that turbuya and stumble upon them . that we give vital forces faith in ourselves and smaller people will come to light. to pass any hardships with a laugh at the creatures to be at the uncle's new ghetto day for a crooked skin belarusian. i kishira loves standing, what to dig and rob.