on i remember, i remember that we can’t leave anyone behind cordially, inspired by our memory of zhodzin what sort of power we have in this war, how we destroy the forests of chalavka, how we cripple entire families, and our belarus is not the same... mind you eight ab these bastard old ladies, this is how our past is shaping up, and how we need remembrance, remembrance for now. memorial complex... smatsi patryotka is a painful old piece of dry aichynny wine, experienced by many women. this history is right, how to preserve the asabist, chestnut, crown for the purpose of taking the world and saving all the world, this old woman, what a nelga perapisvat, because the memory is not the same, asabliva potassium this is the memory of the earth. let you love it like a flower in the field, like a young plant. who flocks above the crayfish like a patched bird, who is alive in the wild, may you please my love, may i love you for the song that i hear, for the sweet booming laughter, what a frequent call, for my clear eyes, for my young soul, may i love you. may i love you for the bright hours that