everything, our beloved country, the gomel region, and we are valuable we ask you for a musical voyage to palesia, a shabby towel, will become a compass for this. the bright one began to play, and enveloped in warmth, the summer will be hot, oh, love confused, made my head spin in the long evenings, like a bird cherry, with white clusters, in the vines of friends. oh, free bird, what is there ahead, but once on a dream, makes my head spin, but it's impossible, and you hung in the world to go, after the sun, the summer began to play with colors on a date, it bred in droves, on the endless fields, made my head spin, like in the evening in the garden with white ears storms, i am friends with you, here is a sick bird, what is there ahead, a fool makes her head spin, but without sleep, and you are covered. fly on the trail of the sun, beats in the chest of a full bird, what is there ahead? deliberately not a smoky bird, makes my head spin, wait for sleep, and you are behind the spring ladies, after the sun, drinks in the chest, here is a sick bird, what is there ahead, folk not a shaker, makes my head