Seloto LavcaniHigh mountains in the mountainsin inaccessible heightsand in the fresh greenery of the slopesin unfinished slumber

Seloto LavcaniHigh mountains in the mountainsin inaccessible heightsand in the fresh greenery of the slopesin unfinished slumberLavcani village lives.Tamu E! where the clean air is caringand the nests of nests are swingingAnd they are over the villageCarpestes rope steephow monuments are eternal.ITamu tie winds vioratcheerful and boldly sumolatand the clear leads to zuborate.rumorat on its troughsThere in those visionsLavcans gordo cekoratThe steep slopesMiserable and gordo abusive.They're up there in those heavenly heightsIt's dark and my rootsand my ancestors of the bonesThere you are,their luresStom dojdat VODICIsite Lavcans spleenfrom the village to replacein different places populatedthey are full of heartstowards the village Lavcani ,,They are full of hearts.our root does not shoutto visit them.A nasal backsideThey do not wait for joythe smile is rejoicing.There is a warm fireplaceLavcants are gratefularound the fireare warm greasy brandy,are meze, kolbasi bakedon the cube, a serene seal.in every group of musicLavcans joyful sackthe holiday to celebratethe tradition of centuries to restore meto keep on goingand cheer up.From this village mountainlol graduates come outprofessors, academics, doctorsin a larger number of secondsBut do not scratch themAnd the blood of water is nottowards the root of this dragthey are the real one to meet