BELARUSTV July 3, 2024
The house, green, green grass. And we see, like morbits, along unbeaten paths, meteorites piercing space, vindication of courage, cosmic music, our business conversation floats in, some kind of smoke from. In porthole, evening and early dawn, the son of sadness before the mother, the son of sadness before the mother, the mother is waiting for the son, and the earth is waiting for the sons, the country is dreaming, not the fate of the cosmodrome, not this icy blue , grass is behind us, grass near the house, green green bed, song we dont have the horns of a cosmodrome, a model of icy blue, we dr...