Aleksander Dovganyuk-Krym
Hi there! I'm a boy from Poland, originally from Belarus. Living life to the fullest despite a rare genetic condition. Fluent in Polish, Ukrainian, Belarusian, Russian, German, and English. I have a passion for ballroom dance and dance in general, enjoy football and chess, and love exploring new places through travel.
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Cloudy June – Devil Is A Woman
Disclaimer: This work is protected by copyright in Germany🇩🇪 and is being shared under license by Calmth. We encourage you to respect the rights of the artists by not infringing on their copyright and refraining from stealing their work. About us: Calmth is a Netherlands🇳🇱-based blog and its activities include providing music translation, subtitling, and promotion services. These services are protected under the copyright laws of the Netherlands🇳🇱. Subtitled Music Video (English) Official lyrics Don’t you ever make angels cryNever misbehave, stay in lineBut she looks so good in red like a secret valentineI can’t change my ways, god knows why If a sin is so badTell me why’s it…
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Сара Кушнир – Тато мій
Disclaimer: This work is protected by copyright in the United States of America and is being shared under license by Calmth. We encourage you to respect the rights of the artists by not infringing on their copyright and refraining from stealing their work. About us: Calmth is a Netherlands-based blog and its activities include providing music translation, subtitling, and promotion services. These services are protected under the copyright laws of the Netherlands. Subtitled Music Video (English) Official lyrics Найдобріший, найгарніший, креативний і крутийСамий мудрий і високий тато мій (2 рази) Тебе я радо зустрічаю,- і ось я на твоїх рукахВ повітря високотзлітаю, або катаюсь на плечах Без тебе радості немає…
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The girl’s enigma
A map unfurled upon her face, each shift a foreign land.Her eyes, like pools of changing tides, I struggle to withstand.A smile, a sigh, a whispered word – a language all her own.I fumble with the lexicon, where meanings can’t be known. Her laughter rings like silver bells, then echoes into tears.A tempest in a teacup world, a whirlwind through my years.One moment warm, a summer sun, then ice within her gaze,I trace the shifting patterns there, forever in a maze. Is it the moon that pulls her so, a rhythm in her heart?Or some grand, secret symphony of which I’m not a part?I long to be the cartographer, unravel…
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For freedom!
Born in Belarus, I come from a nation where people bravely stood up for their freedom. It breaks my heart to look further east and see Russia, a country where dissent is silenced, a country whose people stand by as they extinguish the freedom of a nation that echoes the bravery of my own Belarus. Now living in Poland, I watch Belarus with enduring hope, knowing the embers of freedom still flicker. But I gaze at Ukraine with unyielding pride – theirs is a beacon of liberty shining brightly for the world to see. As for Russia, perhaps one day that fire will ignite within them. It’s a faint hope,…
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Pod perfect love
A tiny green pea named Pete, lived so high,on a fuzzy green pod in the vast veggie sky.He watched plump Miss Bean,with a blush most obscene,and dreamt of confessing, “I think you’re quite spry!” His heart, a wee sprout, did a nervous little jig,as dewdrop tears rolled down his fuzzy green twig.He practiced his speech,with a squeak and a screech,“You’re rounder and sweeter than fig!” One breezy spring day, Pete mustered his might,and wobbled down low, on a spider silk kite.He landed with plop,in Miss Bean’s soft crop,and blurted, “I love you! Would you be my green light?” Miss Bean, quite surprised, giggled soft as a chime,“A pea on a…
