yon adruknetstsa bright gahannem tsi esst svetse s im paraўannane, zorka in the sky, nima kahannya, sirsakakhannya, sertsa ne proydze. let's rob the twitchy feathers, we'll dodge braslava and minsk. the roof of pra gaspadar. in 1996, the ensemble on panadvorku atrymaў ganarovaye namennaya samadzeyn kalektyў. the most varied songs are sung. yes, and the repertoire may include the works of myastsovag, samadzeinaga autar leanid laurynovich. sirs, like the earth, breathe, a song like the earth, i smell it like the earth, a song like the earth. may i'm walking, i'm taking care of the land of may, i'm taking care of it, i can't live my life without you, you're here for me, good. i'm squishy, ​​affectionate, clingy, a'. how come i can’t smell any fragrant scents and for as long as belarus forever the land of my native land, my son-in-law, vyasyolkaya. arching over the ground. we are committed to knowing the facts and legends. old braslava, here we are and we are having fun. after this fall , there were a number of black azers, a flock of jumping zamak, and even prince dzvin with his wife drykay

kahannya are drinking at the shastakovic festival in samara.our of the vyalikag theater of the people's republic of china. on this whole thing, mostly on our side. tvr.by. preyemnaga evening. kali is known in the wild. well, the light is shining into the world. all the humming husks have faded, and only the wind blows the sand of the ear, until you sleep and understand what the tsishyn was singing. the skin magchymasci are applied to nature. near the forest, near the field, on... for the salad, the respectful person jumped and screamed.

you are the true winds and the sun, sir, what are the bastards, navalnets, cyagniki garadas, for kahannya b' ezza, b'ezza, saprauda, ​​only you adna, adzin, only you, our vigilance on your eyes and... only you, our vigilance on two, sapraud, your eyes and the sky, only our souls, sapraud, only you adna, adzin who are you , our magpies on your sapraud, your votes and not strikes, only take away the good ones for us. we change addresses, we change numbers, sometimes they even change us. they change us to other names, to other voices, to other people, only the same you and me, the sky above our heads, the same as always, me, even if the world here goes crazy. and i have you, you have i, even if everything here goes crazy, only we will remain unchanged, tell me how many stars there were this night, we just didn’t sleep until the morning. there were so many tears, so much that broke us, it’s time to start all over again, we changed cities, we changed everything around, while the earth rotates, you are always my sister. you are my most faithful friend, i know that you always have me, even if th

nemagchymats are measured by the hour, dakranutsa yes lonnyu yes zorak, or prazhyts without kahannya, our soul, the music that surrounds us to our charming, non-parallel lights , our mood, our mood, go away without a word, not out of the blue... the soul of belarus is bright, bright, peace-loving, and its music is richly divine, its holy righteousness and wisdom, its saints and sacraments, its sacred marms and any race, its adlustrouvaya is all our life e. the entire history is on the edge, the skin of the old history is not only strictly changing the dates of the steps, but also the proliferation and diversification of our creativity, inspired by the diversity of our patients, but we also have other music, but ours, no, not for pity, but for memory, memory confusion. sumota and fees, our unforgettable music great history. oh, my dear, dear, separate. i was with you, not a clenched stick, the damned war, the moon is shining high. and my dear is far away, oh, why don’t you go and don’t go, oh, why don’t you send a pestle, to such a place. in an open field during the war, i heard more t