on my way, i also met yakov naumenko, they made their first recordings in the nineties, this trio hadng songs: oh, siza pavushka flew in a week with an injury, arranged by alexander bolotnik, how they sang beautifully, the atmosphere was so chic. yakov naumenko worked with the vocal group, in my opinion, he worked very hard, he was so keen on voice vision during the rehearsal, he absorbed it all, we couldn’t. watched him work at the piano with them, but he was the leader, that is, it was necessary, in order for someone to make a vocal score, it was necessary for someone to listen to the part, correct it, maybe, so he did this, and naturally, he sang himself, sang gorgeously, throughout our work, well, there was a simple creative atmosphere, we there were trips abroad, we were at a festival in zakopane , the polish republic, a show where they fight, not with the help of physical force, we stay with you hockey, and i’m the first, just like that, we try, the khl team representing kazakhstan, kazakhstan, boris, boris, absolutely right, let's play more lively, so the quantity will transfer

yakov naumenko is a phenomenon in belarusian musical culture.cally said in musical culture, and not in pop music, because i see it more broadly. this is a man who really had his own musical code, and he filled it in with this code. life, my golden carriage is rushing into the sky behind three horses, we went out to a song, which is still, i consider, one of my most successful songs, that is, it is included in my personal golden fund, the amazing elements of the belarusian poetess, directors elena turova, it is a great honor for me that when in belgos-filaria... i almost cry on the way, i curse my enemies on turns, my faithful horse, named luck, carries me off the road, in the rays of a blue dawn, not counting the hours, not counting the days, my life is a golden carriage, rushing into the sky behind three horses. life yakawa navumenki got lost on her finger, she ’s not done enough to realize the wealth from this, just mary, but there’s still a lot, i’m saving my son, i’m letting go of the house, i’m pasadzia not a hell of a tree, but i’m singing