and kolya's arrow is crowned, among the twisted doom. i sense my death, a black raven is approaching, i am all yours, i sense my death. and

a black raven is approaching, i am all yours!

spring of forty-fifth year, as the blue danube was waiting for you, the hot sun brought freedom to the peoples of europe. on the old wounded hammered into the harmony of the kalsa our soldier played russian, vienna remembers the alps and the danube, that blooming singing bright may, vikredence. in a russian waltz through

the years, the heart remembers and will never forget, easily, inspired boldly, the soldier's balset will resound, and vienna circled and sang, as if strauss himself played, and the guy with a happy smile, his accordion... pressed to his heart, as if he had seen the volga spills, as if he had embraced russia, vienna remembers, the alps and the danube remember, that shining, singing, bright may, a whirlwind in a brussian balsa through the years, the heart will remember... will never forget,

over the beautiful gray vienna, baal floated with pelts and fire, it sounded sometimes tenderly, sometimes passionately and... spring has overtaken everyone again, the spring of forty-fifth year, the danube has waited for you for so long, balstruski on the square of free vienna, a soldier played the accordion, vienna remembers, the alps and the danube remember, that blooming and shining bright may, a wreath in a russian

waltz through the years, the heart remembers, will never forget, remembers ve. the alps and the danube will remind, that blooming singing bright may, a whirlwind in a russian waltz will fold the years, the heart remembers, will never forget.

when night embraces the city, and quietly lights the stars, and the song caresses the heart, our minsk sleeps tired in the fall. only a veteran, a partisan of the past war cannot sleep, the night has disturbed the wounds in him, the memory of the heart

to speak again go into the topic guys. again the ambush is silent at night, but they beat into the silence machine guns, a hot howl nods, the sky is ablaze again, someone is shooting furiously, throwing you onto the grass, and the stars are circling with you. and even if you bleed, and even if you die, but you still win, and by winning, you live.

when the light rises over the city, and the night retreats to the west, and even the song falls silent. and minsk , tired, sleeps peacefully, only a veteran, a partisan of the past war, cannot sleep, the night

has stirred up his wounds. and the memory of the heart speaks. our tomorrow is in the sunlight, we just

need to bring you something, to maintain the attraction good. the sky fell to the ground again, it will always be like this, if evil is the place of blood tell us, if people do not believe the words, we will raise our sky again, for the sake of those who will come after us, tomorrow will be a beautiful break, if we are strong now, if we are strong... now our tomorrow is in the sunlight, we

will give it to children in our palms, we will give peace on the planet, remember yesterday with gratitude, our tomorrow will be beautiful, and will be as happy as children, we just need, with all our strength, to preserve the attraction of good. will preserve the attraction of good, bring your eyelids together it's a shelf she's a day hands can create the world, the universe tells us directly, save the good to live, and love in every heart will be found, if someone alone on earth, shared his place under the sun. and did not spare good for others, oh, and

did not spare good for others, our tomorrow in the sunlight, we will give to children in palms, we will give peace on the planet, with gratitude we will remember yesterday, our tomorrow will be beautiful, in smiles in children's simply happy. we need, with all our strength, to preserve the attraction of good. our tomorrow in the sunlight, we are in the palms

distant children, children, our tomorrow in the sunlight, we will give the children in our power, we will give peace on the planet, we will remember our yesterday with gratitude. tomorrow will be beautiful and will be like children's happy, we just need , with all our strength, to preserve the attraction of good, to preserve the attraction of good, not the attraction of good.

the older generation has collected all the wisdom, all the experience of our people, raising our little belarusians on their example, we are sure that our tomorrow is in safe hands, and indeed, how important it is for all of us today to preserve this continuity of generations to save.

breshchyna is the birthplace of courageous soldiers, partisans and underground fighters and this land fell to the great patriotic war. first to meet enemies, here the liberation of belarus was completed, today it is a peaceful land where the feats of heroes are remembered, on knowledge and respect of their history, the people of breshchyna are building a peaceful future of their native land and their country.

to tell you about my beautiful country, you need to understand that i was born to be happy, the wisdom of centuries, the heritage of ancient fellow countrymen, in us the word belarus sounds, sounds like a native... so our name is homeland, your name is belarus forever, i worry about you and pray, under the sun of peace, life and goodness, i want to confess, i love you, native.

wine, how easy it is to feel you in the valley, and even if at the edge of the earth, hearing your music and speech, with all my heart i tremulously want to save the thought of the bright will respond with a song. in a dear land, guarding the past and future distances, the path in which people of the whole earth will become closer, in it our children without war, so that with gratitude they will say, homeland sing to you the name belarus. i

i worry and pray for you, under the sun of peace, life and goodness, i want to confess, i love you, my homeland, how easy it is to feel the darkness rise, and even if... at the ends of the earth, hearing your music and speech, with all my heart i anxiously want to save , homeland.

we rode to raland's bulbs to sleep, tormented all of europe bulbai to frequent, no matter how easy it is to say anything for anyone, the hets of the world are in a state of flux. bulba is a geta superclass, abaronits bulba is a hell of a stumpy highway. bulba - geta ok zhytstsya, nyamaleka.

the magile region is with us month, yakoe adnoychy dapamaglo. i feel like all the sirs want to know about any of your land, no matter where you are, the native meats of the meeting will be found in chestnut treasures, which is why you are in life, to celebrate your jumping earth, my small radzima, it means that i will give up her pavag for the fact that i have grown up with you, and the magician can rightfully swear by her.

dzemі, distinguished people, such as we are so shattered by our people, nichka byzhyts, forests and fields, let us go, this is my home, this is my home , this is my home, this is my home.

call me. fly on the wing, a song sleeping in the spring, apiary sky, crane swim, cornflower hoofs, behind the sky-rimmed helmet, beloved flowers. and i, cornflower, cornflower, rare land, it calls me, fly on the wing, a song sleeping in the spring, cornflower sky.

land, the stars in front of you grow dim, there is no one like you in the world, in your heart orchids bloom, unearthly. beauty,

there is no one dearer to me, only with you i breathe and live, i do not know how this is possible, but like a deity you are all, extraordinary, caressing, gentle, like a boundless ocean, your love, extraordinary, sweet, priceless, you are a whole universe,

my extraordinary. extraordinary. affectionate, gentle, like a boundless ocean, your love, extraordinary, sweet, priceless, you are a whole universe. my extraordinary, extraordinary,

the shirt is embroidered , a spacious white sheet, silk. with a line, a sunny pattern, the night shines, hiding in knots, a white shirt, with black sequins, the shirt is embroidered, a spacious white sheet, yellow. with a new line, a sunny pattern, the shirt is embroidered, a spacious white sheet, silk with a line, a sunny

pattern, the shirt will float, transparent. speech to the edge of the rope, to the dear one towards, to the good one for joy, to the evil one for the shop, to the word for suffering, to me for repentance, the shirt is embroidered, the white sheet is simple. black silk stitching, sunny patterns, the shirt is embroidered, the white sheet is spacious, silk stitching, owl

pattern. thank you , native belarusian, beloved mogilev land, that gave life, a happy creative destiny, thank you for love, dear mogilev land, so bright, pure sincere, wisdom to you, fortitude and... incidents! we are close, we are together, together we are one, in this unity we, like a family, forever connected by an invisible thread, native, beloved, our land.

and we hear the ringing of bells, the soul, like a bird in the silence, sings to us that there is no light closer. the land where we were born with you, the land where we were born with you, okhotenskovich.