neba ў radni, sto apropava gonkim lesa, paragov zlyatyuts zora, myyuts and svannnya, i nzіkayutsi palobessizers of charles. i smile at the sunshine, you look at the sea, the bottom is gilded, and from here on out, on the brass lakes, like not most years ago, so much so and i want to sustrezza, then we would never know, mountains, seas , and the azerbaijanis have never forgotten you, my dear. patrus brouk.