May 14
The cloud is crumbling,
Rainy day ahead,
The air is soaked
The flavour of heavy soil.
New life is born
In the depths of the merciful Earth
We are all Her sons and daughters.
Rainy day ahead,
The air is soaked
The flavour of heavy soil.
New life is born
In the depths of the merciful Earth
We are all Her sons and daughters.
(27/Беларусь)
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