So the mushroom poem we had already.
That's why--
[LAUGHS]
And then I have to pick--
"To find the right word,
You have to go into the woods,
Search for it like an enthusiastic mushroom forager,
Studying the ground for hours,
Perhaps requesting help from the forest spirit.
If words were flowers, it would be easier.
Then we could go to the botanic gardens to enjoy their beauty,
And we'd exchange rare specimens.
But words are probably mushrooms.
They can be poisonous as well as delicious,
And nobody quite knows just where they came from."
So we are done with the German part
and coming back to the ones which
were written in Belarusian.