syadzibu, caught up in the 18th century were ў'.ory, as an impression from our joint work, you know, i really like everything, i’m happy with the result of the song, it’s close to me in spirit, because i live next to this region, where this one comes from. chipinskaya district for trinity. oh, don't be stupid galavas. there on the mountain there are steep willows, there is cold water, there is dzyauchyna. the dark-haired youngster picked up the tortured lad and the dzeuki tsi esst's hut at tsyabe's hut, well, vary shirok, that i had to do with me, kal' dze'ka pasteli, i 'll go to sleep. dzeuka zala, pasila, yes the father herself lay down, oh, right here, right here, yes! i wish i could, i don’t boast, i’ll give you my clothes, i started laughing, i started brunching, i’m a little boy, damn me, my dear brother, yes, i ’m dead, where are you going? machyўsya, because the yashchor is not past, how many guns i have left, fractional dosechak paishoў, zaishoў and your luck, the very twist of the skury, manish, manish, squishy, ​​dear dec