i remember how one of my last songs was born in collaboration with the poet arkady kulishov, who, inemember we worked on olesya’s song, well, with such a young passion, i remember arkady kulishov was transformed, well, he looked like a very young man, when we wrote this song together, together it, well, of course , now this legendary one will sound song: stage belarusian state ensemble pesnyary. it happens that i give a gift to the serts, and i can’t make sense of it, i can’t understand it at once. ankim there is something in the sky, at the end of the day maygo, for whom all the arms have gone, you will never return, otherwise, be dark, shaggy, may be, the flock of former growths will be, but the past will be gone. to the very same mornings there are sounds and tears, gone, the bitterness and fogs that have been brought to me, the burning trees are a pity, the clouds of sickening gifts, when i lament, are inflicted once upon a time. bastards and hearts , i can’t help but never come back alesya may be the dark-skinned kohan i ’ll be a flock of growths of the past asapnya all the spon