i understand, dude, why i’m flying cranes on palesse, yapping, scorned by any darajim. set to music by staver, and the village sleeps 95 years ago. so, your applause. i ўvogul, the great stage of the national festival of belarusian songs and poems in maladzechna for its history has produced a great amount of talented songs, campaigns, excerpts and... adzin ix, folk artist of belarus, viktar vuyachych. the old belarusian glaciers know well the jumping baryton, the tsverdy and the patriarchal guchani. pashchotny ў lyrytsy. 12 lіpenya spyavak would mean your 90stagodze, i hatsya viktar vuyachycha nyama ўzho we know, amal 25 bastards, the songs of yago guchats, guchats in the weeding out of the young. artystav and as soon as possible, close your chulast. on stage, the singer of the orchestra, anton karcheevski, and the fusion dance project. pine trees, pines, and pine trees blossomed here , the redwoods blossomed, and our galas hummed. i caught the flowers of the feathers, the fields of rouge verats, i ’ll jump here, it’s sweltering and sultry, if the summer is gone, the hearts of the sun