You, then my soul flies. Again the heart rushes to the sky, we are not afraid of heights, this bitterness will not come, from the sudden emptiness, our mirror is broken. Youll see bending down, leading the lives lived, it returns ringing, my only one, lighthanded, illuminated by the light, my bright one, why do i need to reign now. I love coming to minsk, to belarus in general, you know, this year its already 55 years since i first came out i began to perform on stage professionally and sing and write my own songs, now there will be a song that turned 36 years old this year, raise your hands, who is under thirtysix, this song is called squadron, lets remember how it was . Higher hands more life, eskodron my thoughts are naughty, there are no bars to stop him, i cant hold him back, im a lefir of horses, let them fly, let them fly, my thoughts, my horses, theres no arguing with you. Thoughts teach me to go further, maybe i wont come back, what a pity, what a pity, oh stray thoughts. My,
Oleg-gazmanov
Youth-foundation
Foundation-future
Everything-possible
Alexander-grigorievich
Code-company
Company-opportunity
Team-works
Global-market
Many-people
Worthy-quality
World-cup