i'm sleeping, lyanka, lyanka, lyanka, my soul, vyanoshak, blossom, blossom, in our life, lyanka, lyankak , svyatsіsya, flowers, with our lives, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, the girls have settled down seishiloli, white hands pricked, white handles colli, blasphemy we fly, beds weeded, white handles colli, white handles colony, lyankas blocking on their sides, so that the beloved flower, father's palette, from the sky in the sky, a song floated up on the field, spread across the edge, lyanka ya skavae, lanok-lyanka lanoshak, my soul vyanoshak, svyatsіsya, svіtsi, in our life , lanok, lyanka, lanoshak, my soul, lanoshak, saints. the earth is spinning like a carousel in childhood, the winds of loss are crushing the earth, the wind of insults of separation and evil now, they have no number, and i have no number, and to me the numbers are leaking out from all the cracks , the hearts of people, tearing the door off its hinges, inspiring hope , inspiring fear, the winds are circling, the winds are circling, for hundreds of years, and day and night, the carousel, the earth, has been rotating.