smoldering and dipped into the water, such people have roofs. lands and vases - a sign of richness in iraja the speck of a vase, fresh from the waters of the forest, with a full head, i will die from smagile. i didn’t drink marni, even i can get drunk from lesya, i’ll drink in my valley, i ’ll come, my dear, i won’t tempt you, i’ll take you to get drunk, i’ll be full. in the spring, in the spring of the vyadzertsy, i am going to the spring, the clear forests of the forest, i remember the distance, which is not very sweet, in the tsyabeni. henna, i’m running and running, neva, by the way, i’m in hell in the forest, i’m in the distance, you’re in the forest, i’m in my memory, i’m in my memory, i’m in my memory, i’m in my memory. opposite the night little one, the right one, and only non-glyubchanka muggles weave your mara on the handle and wear it on your kahana. revealed by the young people of that garden and the tree in the tent, the fir tree, in the language of the adkachy, the old love sign of a new life, and the fir tree has a rhombus with roofs inside, the arms of the married men, the s