litasci, little one in our land, the most rightful ahnyans, litastsi, we are three times our memory,ly god did not destroy belarus. thank you, thank you, dear friends, my side, a very soulful song, we rarely sing it, but today there is definitely someone from small towns, for you, my dears, not only from minsk here, right? how much do you need to pay for your path, how much do you need to protect yourselves, how much do you need to attack sapraudnyh, so bad things are built, there is no false knowledge, you are looking for your skin... and every day here, and you are a stranger, and yes smargoni, your dear , from now on, urgently, rightly, i give you the dust, the hell of the stone and the birch, the praises of the fallen ones are sleeping... only here can one so sustrate the chain, only here can one understand how satisfy your soul. the cuteness is off the charts, my people are good, everything is beautiful here, the nature, the weather, but who is the best in our country? we, belarusians, are our people, our children, and let them all be happy, healthy throughout the country, and l