Autumn, In Prague again autumn. Autumn again in Prague, But without us. Leaves fly around Heaven grow up Autumn in Prague, by the way. It already was, was. Repeated And in a circle, And again. Rain knocks

Fishing, like a holiday I'm in a hurry, the weather is teasing! In the summer only I catch And I love nature! After all, fishing as anesthesia, Eye float hypnosis And in the soul of excitement and passion,

Seas are different - Both Black and Red In them the sky is reflected A little bit different. Differently salted, Differently populated, But the heart asks At every look.

On an outstretched hand, you catch a good angle, To capture a sudden light in the frame, And what wanted to say somewhere in a hurry August, In a glance flickers slightly, not leaving a trace. You change

Clear morning. Quietly blowing Warm breeze; The meadow, like velvet, is turning green, In the glow of the east. Busked Young willows, Multicolored lights The lake glitters. Silence and the sun glad On

I love Belarus my own, More beautiful land in the world is not found And I do not want another homeland Only to us today with her along the way. Birchwood, forest and field How do you want to pull her

When the city is tormented by heat, Sometimes it’s so nice From him to roll on nature, Where it is pleasant in any weather. Take a walk in the green forest Meadows are colorful to see beauty Listen to

Belarus is my, my dear, My tender mother earth You are beautiful, you are loved: And your meadows, and fields, And your roads are spacious, And your lakes in the woods And your black hazel trees, And cranes

River people live in peace, Life is measured here, Won fish swim frivolously, Won cancer under the stone in the afternoon lies. He is one of the most important, He loves to walk at night, On the bottom

Although store the last flowers the heat of the earth is prophecy comes true ... Their thoughts are clear and simple. they die absolutely, not at all. Oh, if only almighty god did not take away the hope

At the cottage it was dark and damp. The wind opened heavy canvases. And I tattooed You. First you set your heart Amid the snowy flowers Two dove, faithful chamois, As in the almanac of the thirties. Oh,

Our whole life is like a ring: In the eyes - dark, shiny skin, And the trembling of my wrong hands Will skip the left hook again. We are all fighters in this field, Long accustomed to this role And our

Summer ended suddenly as if he was not and in the steps of the rain I read triumph. Soft step dull he erases what was worried and beckoned into the distance, it's a pity, that come true as before not given

Please, enough of those lips Swollen to inconceivable sizes. Beauty standards will drive you crazy All your instagram cavaliers. Scrolling down ... Solid duck yard. Silicon Valley Slaves Do greed in power

Outside October autumn, From maple leaves all fell off, Falling, flew away, all whispered - We are tired… Only in the spring know for sure We will be back with a flock of birds. But October, the days are

The forest, like a painted tower, Lilac, gold, purple, A merry, motley wall Stands above the light glade. Yellow carvings Birches Gleam in azure blue, Like towers, Christmas trees darken, And between maple

Birches burn in autumn throwing leaves on the grass. And the sky sprinkled tears, brings autumn rumors. The fact that the days are already shorter late mushroom. And all the icy gloom of the night and

Freaks of love, shuras-mura, I wanted fun, flowers! Raging cats-balagur and they bawled out songs without words. Balalaikas, pipes, harmonies, the tails triumphed triumphantly then no storm outside the

Ah, that old gramophone standing in the dust in the corner of the barn, sadly in my heart remembering how was he ever needed ... And in the black box the soul trembles, sadly not killed, and sings "Rio

See how the sun sets tiredly and light up in the sky? Summer hurries with us to say goodbye, these are the last warm days. Hear how the grass whispers goodbye the tale that summer will come again, after