my road is the wind, my road is. my road, my children, my road next to you, to love, but only stronger day by day, to burn, moments of lily, this is my road.

to love, but only stronger day by day, to burn without sparing yourself, this is my road. we left, we returned, we found and lost, sometimes we were sad, smiled, but thank god. understood, time flies, you can’t get back,

what you sow, you reap, to love, but only stronger day by day, to burn, moments, lily, this is the road. my to love, but only stronger stronger day by day, to burn without sparing myself, this is my road.

my road is the wind, my road is a stone, my road, my children, mine! the road is next to you, with you, with you.

on the flowers the dew is diamond moisture, with each step we are closer to each other, everyone wants the same happiness, everyone wants to be heard by the heart, a familiar melody is spinning, the

one that the wind will not cool. happiness is what we have gone through, joy is what will happen to us, holidays, holidays together we celebrate, we cannot live without each other given, it's a pity, we understand, sometimes, not at once we, many roads, only one happiness, like leaves fly outside the windows, blue snowstorms dance in a circle, but with love bright and high, we managed to hide from

adversity, happy eyes repeat in one thing, everything that we planned to happen, like... read the hasty heart, day and night to meet happiness, the beast, holidays, holidays together we celebrate, we are not given to live without each other, it's a pity, we understand, sometimes, not at once we, many roads, only one happiness. dear friends, that's how they shine your eyes, now, let them shine every weekend, on every holiday, in every home, at your home, at all those who come to you with

a holiday, holidays, holidays together we celebrate, we are not given to live without each other, it's a pity, sometimes we don't know right away, many roads, only one happiness, oh, oh, it's a pity, we understand, sometimes, not right away, many roads, only one happiness, oh,

our evening today, accompanied by the honored collective of the republic of belarus, dear friends, the presidential orchestra! of the republic of belarus. chief conductor, the winner of the francysk skarina medal, vitaly kulbakov. today in this hall there are people on whose shoulders an important and responsible mission, to worthily represent the country and the name of the head of state, to be the first, in each of the most important spheres of our life. and we are absolutely sure that the high level of successful work of all organizations of the presidential administration is based primarily on the principles of respect and love for their country and their people. and we are proud that for the development of

the young, sovereign state of our belarus, time has chosen us. time, you know, we have become different, some weak , some strong, but everyone believes, new rules, no time to invent life, according to the eternal, everything will be fine, our shoulders will still bear god. new time, new heroes, all our own and

no one else's, everything begins here and now, time has come, time has chosen us, how many lives without a past, laid on the altar next to us, how many per year? uninvited guests, humbled, abandoned, we do not know, you are always simple to us, either ours or someone else's, just do it, open your eyes, if you can, be yourself, you will, first, new time, new heroes, all your own and listen to someone else's, everything begins, here and the battle,

time has come, time has chosen us, time has chosen us, time has cleaned up, a new sky is right above us. i'll come up with new songs myself, what ours can't be bought, not a single one, what ours will never be understood by others, this is our soul, they will not understand it, new time, new heroes, all your own, not without someone else's, everything begins. fear is here and now, time has come, time has chosen

us, the lord has chosen us, you have chosen us, time has won us. sa svyatam, congratulations on the anniversary,

make efforts nyama, geta my native land, otherwise don’t look for nothing, geta my native land, pleetstsa usi nebyasa, zaishedsha, premna. the song of the end of the skin, geta is my native land, i wouldn’t vandraw it, i’ll be back, i’m in love with my native land, the land of my youth, here is the land of may, without childhood i am, my quick trick back, the joyful smile is holy, my geta. native land, and matuli rukh cyaplo, geta my native land, first

sunshine great-grandmothers, dukhnyany carabay, and ў vachakh yours, agentyk, geta my native land, dze palala, i will return to you, any native land, the land of youth, here is my land, where, from childhood i, my,

my native land, sang songs, in the war, this is my native land, padsunits in hussars, this is my native land, this, will turn forever, my native land, land, youth, here is my land, does not call its own, the horse will kick forever. my land, my world, my spring forever, this is my native land, it so happened historically that work

on the land is the most important basis in the life of belarusians, it formed endurance and hard work in us at the genetic level, our entire culture developed around it, in it is the roots of our traditions and holidays. and today the largest in terms of production volumes of all areas of activity of the presidential administration is the agro-industrial complex. yes, respect for our land, care, and it is our sacred duty. so let the wheat always ear in the spacious fields of belarus under the bright sun, and these sacred words: bread is the head of everything will never lose their value for our people. the flowers of the meadow

will rise early in the morning with the race. the songs of the birds in the forest will allow me to come to my heart tayamnіtsu zahavats syrod paleў i will tell the holy krynichtsy pra kahanna pra svayo mother land may old spring geta belarus may geta mayo sonyka matukna land. vasiliki ў polі, this belarus may, this may share, how much for me yashche gadochka u zyazyuli torture, pra javochae kahanne, on ramonka pagadats, prychavoy vada, stuzenay, sotak fresh pulp, clean fields,

dark night, in the sky is a vigilant pathan, matu. pokhna zyamlya, may, old woman, spring, geta belarus may, geta mayo sonika, matuk na zyamlya, oh, vasilki ў polі, geta belarus may, this is my destiny. mother land, this is my belarus! mother land, oh cornflowers in the field, this is my belarus, this is my destiny, mother of the land, my old spring,

this is my belarus! and this is my dormouse, mother land, oh, cornflowers in the field, this is my belarus, this is my destiny, mother, land. mother land, this is my destiny!

everything in this raging world is ghostly, there is only a moment, hold on to it. there is only a moment, between the past and the future, it is called life, eternal as long as the heart is unlikely to rejoice. eternal peace for the gray pyramids, and for the star that broke off and falls, there is

only a flash, a blinding flash, a blinding flash, and for the beast that merged and fell. there is only the world, a blinding world, let this world fly far through the centuries, but not always, along the way we will find. what i value, what i risk in the world, one moment, one moment,

only one moment, one moment, what i value, what i risk in the world, one moment, alone, only one moment alone. happiness is given, to meet and trouble yet, there is only a moment, hold on to it, there is only a moment, between the past and the future, namely it is called to live. there is only the world, between the past and the future, it is called

life, it is called life. on the bows in the mornings beyond the river there is fog, a heavy bumblebee has shaken off the race, the planet as life is given to us alone among thousands of worlds and foreign lands. here are the pine needles of prickly stars, watercolors of the seas and the silence of ice floes, you are the understory of birds on the planet grew, here once

you saw the dawn, look at this land from above, transparent distance and blue is pure. we are responsible for it, me and you, never forget this, here on the blue peaks lie snow, and rains puts his palms under the clink and the clouds of the century float to the sky, above the earth, where to himself. you built a house, seven-colored rainbows on the hall, threw into tomorrow, masters, with you

a new one begins. day in that only house where you are happy, look at this earth from above, transparent distance from blue is clean, we are responsible for it, me and you, do not forget about it never, do not forget never, on the hills in the mornings beyond the river fog, renounced the dew, heavy press and how life

is given to us alone among thousands of worlds and foreign lands, here are the main needles of prickly stars, my watercolors and silent and sang along looked, here from our eyes you saw, zani, on this land from above, from above. we are responsible for it, me and you, do not forget about it, never, do not forget! nature in the minds of belarusians has always

existed not just for contemplation of beauty, although our belarusian nature, it is really very beautiful. yes, our forests, lakes, parks, reserves on a spiritual level, connect us with the land, give us strength inspiration to protect our beautiful belarusian nature to preserve it for our descendants, therefore the protection of natural heritage - a task at the state level and a responsible mission of the presidential property management department. four national parks are under the control of the presidential property management department: belovezhskaya pushcha, norochanskiye, pripetskiye, broslavskiye lakes, as well as the berezensky biosphere reserve. yes, all these places make up an important part of the ecological balance, not only in our country, but on a global scale. and

belovezhskaya pushcha always remains for us a symbol of uniqueness and originality, a place of peace and creation, just like all of belarus. the sacred melody, the sacred give, the light of the crystal dawn, the light standing over the world, it is incomprehensible yours, age-old sorrow, belovezhskaya.

pushcha, belovezhskaya pushcha, here forgotten long ago, our parental roof, and hearing the second voice of the ancestors owling, return in the spring from distant centuries, i fly to you belovezhskaya let.

at the high we take our heart warmed. i carry with me as a consolation to the living, your cherished song, miraculous song, melovechskaya pushcha, meloveshskaya pushcha, your covenant for me to bake, miraculous to sing, delovochevskaya pushcha, delovochevskaya.

do not offend your loved ones with reproaches, do not be afraid to seem cruel to your loved ones, very vulnerable,

very vulnerable, our beloved. very vulnerable, very vulnerable, our beloved, for the sake of high love we are obliged to remember that with us. mistakes are not tied, not visible by a thread, invisible by nothing, our beloved, oh, my unholy,

my unholy, our beloved.

products under the brand made in belarus are known, loved and chosen in many corners of our planet, this is very honorable, but for us it is not surprising. yes, to do everything qualitatively according to conscience - this is ours.