the dedicated lyrics of maxim bagdanovich and the boundless talent of the campsiter igar palivoda createdwhich were presented here at maladzechny at the first festival in 1993. ale i syonnya geta. the song is known from the repertoires of the archestra and from the very beginning the deepest pains and experiences of panades to the white fluff of the cherry vykonvaya the singer of the archestra iryna irshonak and the dance project fudzhen vukham cherry byts. blue wings sparkle the lungs, blue wings of the mother, blue wings of the mother. in front of all the wind, on the patched strings of the sun, on the tremulous wings, the ringing of the ice is clear in them, the ringing of the ice. don’t forget it, don’t tell me, don’t panic, don’t reconnoiter, don’t spaznat, don’t let me think about it, why rattle, rattle, jingle, why rattle, rattle, jingle . the song flows and flows, the light melts freely, but whoever smells, maybe only he sings, maybe only he sings, a thousand songs of praise, the meaning is clear to them, at the price of the heart. panad to the white downs of cherries, to the blue

song by igar palivoda and leanid pranchak. maladzechna. sazonav, angelina yarashchuk and hanna manzhuravai, sustrakayce! let's sleep together! there dze bor make noise and call again, praising myyusha, our song, our language, shchyrya soul, the different flower of vasyalkova is not brighter on... we are prymus zagravae our sirs god and belarus god belarus maladzechna maladzechna god given native year as gastsina and sardechna are not only here. you are young, young, maybe dagran, and sardechna, i am not only here, but you are only eternal. iskaya maladzeshna, maladzeshna, maladzeshna, belarusian land, belarusian land, land. we only get such gastsina and sardecna here at maladzechna’s. and now, my dear fellows, i’ll give you a shout out to you with the familiar belarusian arty, state director of our music club, honored artist of the republic of belarus. alena lanskaya, what a great song, what a peramagla at the competition of young people in vitebsk, belaya lastauka, sustrakaytse. i’m small for you, belarus, i’m losing my faith, and the cor