magilyoushchyna, dear, noble land, on which the samadana and summation of kind and generous people workd celebrate the holidays, cook and celebrate. razam we acquire memory, we add memories. we sing songs, sometimes we go to the waters and march in memory of the twentieth of may, sometimes we cheer for our athletes, sometimes we give marks, we live, we practice, we celebrate christmastide. marya pachau looks at the beginning of the sky and vigilantly searches for the flowers in front of you in the midst of this couple. when the hour has come for us, this is our lot, motsna kakha. i'll give you a gift, before the hour has passed for us, all the time i've given you, before the hour has passed for us, i'll be in a distant land. look again at me and part with her evil we look at the pile, if at least on the fur you are in the kahanne. i jumped up like that, because i think i’m sleeping with you, venus has left the mountain, venus has gone out. native land, jumping, a couple of years old, a species like ў zhytstі. everything is changing, one year is changing more than another, but the skin f