heart of your meat in the distances, at berazeno, just when you are closing, you add yago pokrykha, adkayan yes bearoz, praise pale, intertwined with braids, the song of the dance of the gleets. side, any of my edges, my side, any of my edges, my little side, there, the vigils, the bright lights and maukleva look at the earth, you smell, euphrasinya of the daylight. may i sing a song of salvation, undimmed by the whitening footsteps, your pilgrimage to the earth, you prayed for us before the gentlemen, and froze on... the papras, smell me, dawn, just before... forever and ever asvetsitsa with the heel of your hand, you remember the sunny ones, caressing the azars. your dear monasteries will fill your flesh with prayerful words, my dear soul knows, you are in heaven. she went after the aneles, leaving us the power of the roof, which did not fade away white after the house, your pilgrimage walked on the earth, they prayed for us, before the lord. there, ask for prayer for belarus, for the nasvetnitsa and for belarus. ask, you understand, i'm the most beautiful lady of the world. and prayed fo