vishchannaya, be happy, and not be an oyster, my dear, our dear land.adtsenniya i guchanym svaygo shtodzennaga zhitstsa, sustrakae yana kozhnaga syabra, gostsya tsi vypadkovaga vandroinika, yak traplyae fall ya enchanted. and otherwise , hell artists and creative people, well-known talents here, well-known throughout the world, and fests of various genres, the biggest in the whole country, with all the loud character and jumping spirit of the sir of belarus, and the skin songs here adlustravanny zhytstsya asablivag. paustornaga and in the skin fascia sing the land dear, yadnannya imaknennya, marau, patchustsya, sleeping edge of minsk your song zhytstya, sleeping shchyra, sleeping again. my dear kut jak tim. i have never forgotten you , i have no strength, more than once i am tired of my dear, my life is clear to god, to you i am in my thoughts i'll cover it up. and there i get wet with my soul, and there i get wet with my soul, just like the leader of me. tired of the little jumping leather, the narrow narrow bed of the wings, and the couples of fir tre