included in my personal golden fund, the amazing elements of the belarusian poetess, directors elena turovagreat honor for me that when in belgos-filaria... i almost cry on the way, i curse my enemies on turns, my faithful horse, named luck, carries me off the road, in the rays of a blue dawn, not counting the hours, not counting the days, my life is a golden carriage, rushing into the sky behind three horses. life yakawa navumenki got lost on her finger, she ’s not done enough to realize the wealth from this, just mary, but there’s still a lot, i’m saving my son, i’m letting go of the house, i’m pasadzia not a hell of a tree, but i’m singing a lot of issued songs b, become special in the field. keep yourselves bright, unforgettable trace. my love for belarus is immeasurable, and it would be over. this is how we will remember him, fair-haired, smiling, ringing-voiced, a belarusian harp, with a pure soul and generous hearts. oh, what we have become, the sky, the sharp-sighted shai, you want us with you in the spring, ask for your evening ball, leaf fall. enchanting ringing, you and kashota a