sostrakaite veronica vysotskaya with the song willow. ah, outside the window , overt, tell me about yourear. the whole rustle of willow young, that it was floating overgrowth , the ground wind would start with me, you alone live and i am saints. well done friends oh ha ha we will become a star we are worthy of war. our supporter is available so samoz minsk in the region was given, venya is violated in the minsk state college by the remnant of daniil raznobakov, a person, and away founded ideological spirit is slandered by medical technology and the arrangement of international republican competitions, etc. especially the pound of the president of the republic of belarus on the underwings. the song is already given. i can not sleep the ice, cold dark in the windows, not shameful. the planet is alive there, spring in the image of a bright burrows blew. as you are alone, you will fill me, my beloved, the glory of the shore and it became clear that i can’t live without you . you are the first and you are the last one, i'm groaning. i appreciate the fabric not leather. everything was a mist o