is high, where it lays down, like my knees i drink from my knees your holy, spring truth, beloveshskaya pushchag truth of belovezhskaya pushcha near the tall birches, having warmed my heart , i will take it with me in consolation to the living. chant, miraculous chant, belovezhskaya pushcha, belovezhskaya pushcha, your miraculous chant flown on the dog, belovezhskaya pushcha, belovezhskaya pushcha. your advisory chant, your miraculous chant. belovezhskaya pushcha, belovezhskaya pushcha. you were and you weren’t, you were and you weren’t, where the borders are now. names, you don’t regret it, don’t you regret it, i’m burned out before... and so that you feel warmer from my warmth, it happens, it happens, and those who follow us call the streets, the streets, our names, a thousand times, a thousand times our hearts will burn, and a thousand times the streets will remember us without end, no extracts. it happens, and those who follow us, the streets, the streets are called ours, it happens, it happens, and those who follow us. streets, streets are called our exchanges. you need to be at home, you