and the most magical of the jumping ones belongs to the campazitar aleg molchyn and the poet alyaksandr lyakchylave lilacs for me in the garden, only i left to your misfortune, until the morning, now you could not sleep, how to return love, how to return love, the lilacs circled around the lilacs, you circled the lilacs. i am in the sweet serena, not with you, with another, lilac lace, lilac lace, gaining early light, you have flown into the siren, you have lost your love. all your fault, you say, forgive me, but someone like me will no longer be found, without my love i am destined to perish, you can no longer look for me, circle of lilacs, circle of lilacs, surrounded by lilacs. you, i am in a siren, a sweet feather, not with you with another, the lace of a lilac, the lace of a lilac, finds early light, you sang throughout the universe, lost the beloved light, leave forever, i’m in no hurry, i’ll look back at the old garden again, the seren will answer and fade leaf, there is your love, it attaches to the lilac, lace in the lilac, lace in the lilac, the lilacs swirled, i am in the serenity of sw