Special for you my man: Listen, brother, horses are in demand today, So let them find whatever is in the manger. Who told us that in vino veritas, Chose the right and righteous path. The foam of dark beer wets the mustache Foam of black beer Foam of dark beer Foam of black beer He hits his fist on the oak table, May your fist be strong, be well! The tavern keeper will pour us that truth, Pour to the brim, to the brim. The foam of dark beer wets the mustache Foam of black beer Foam of dark beer Foam of black beer Though we've received much trouble, Though we have but a few friends left. Each one of them was drawn here, To lower their head and savor. The bitter malt of dark beer's foam Foam of black beer Foam of dark beer Foam of black beer We sit one day and will sit another, Let nights and days change. Our peace is dear to us Because there's no one beyond the wall. Here we have the foam of dark beer Foam of black beer Foam of dark beer Foam of black beer Here goes the saying, From words to deeds is but a hand's reach. Let's stand up straight and go to the people, The tight hand will unite.
Хай жыве наша Літва, хай жывуць ліцьвіны! Песьні на літоўскай мове вельмі прыгожыя
это белорусский язык
@@MaximPro86 дзякуй, а то я дурны і стары ўжо, што патрабую дапамогу ў цябе, таму зрабі ласку, прынясі гарбату старому
Як завше неперевершені!
Наша супольная спадчына
А ты адкуль хлопец будеш, ци з львоуских?
@@ПавелАпанович-й3в Львоускіх? Нє, я з Полісся:)
@@vitaliiprykhodko5050 Валынскага або Роменскага?
@@vitaliiprykhodko5050 у нас, спадар Вiталь, ваша прозвiшча, гучала па лiцвiнску, Прыходзька, дзякуй вам, што вы слухаеце нашую цудоуную музыку
Як жа душа гудзе!
дай вам бог белорусы пенна ценнага пива из краснодадара браты
Наста, а ци с вами паненка можна пазнаемицца?
У мяне там сваяк грае, Андрэй Апанович
Вельмі летняя песня! )
👍
У мяне там сваяк грае пан Андрэй Апановiч
Is there an English translation for this song?
Special for you my man:
Listen, brother, horses are in demand today,
So let them find whatever is in the manger.
Who told us that in vino veritas,
Chose the right and righteous path.
The foam of dark beer wets the mustache
Foam of black beer
Foam of dark beer
Foam of black beer
He hits his fist on the oak table,
May your fist be strong, be well!
The tavern keeper will pour us that truth,
Pour to the brim, to the brim.
The foam of dark beer wets the mustache
Foam of black beer
Foam of dark beer
Foam of black beer
Though we've received much trouble,
Though we have but a few friends left.
Each one of them was drawn here,
To lower their head and savor.
The bitter malt of dark beer's foam
Foam of black beer
Foam of dark beer
Foam of black beer
We sit one day and will sit another,
Let nights and days change.
Our peace is dear to us
Because there's no one beyond the wall.
Here we have the foam of dark beer
Foam of black beer
Foam of dark beer
Foam of black beer
Here goes the saying,
From words to deeds is but a hand's reach.
Let's stand up straight and go to the people,
The tight hand will unite.
Than you so much! It’s such a beautiful song!
ОФИЦИАНТЫ И РАБОТНИКИ КУХИ ПУСТИЛИСЬ ВПЛЯС ВМЕСТЕ С ПОСЕТИТЕЛЯМИ 7
И ТУТ РАБОТНИКИ КУХНИ И ОФИЦИАНТЫ ПУСТИЛИСЬ В ПЛЯС 7
dawac mnie piwa blje
Прыязджай да нас, панове, да нас у Беларусь, а то твае ляшскае, не вельми добрае пива
Czesc,jak sjon masz?