yashche shmat gadoў, when i was traveling to the side of my relatives baranavichay, the side of minsk studied, my father felt some pity, kali... before your baars, the mountains of navahrodchyna, otherwise i was jumping yes p insk and hummed, as if pinsk yes to myself, yes to my character, yes to my adnosin, yes to the people i serve so much for 40 years, and i have grown up and fallen down, my assabist life has come together here, that i have... we are belarusian people, the fathers of the fantasy of the european lands, with three times our strength. belarus, our beloved mother, mother-in-law, forever alive, and belarus, right from the beginning, husband-and-wife, we are lambs, dear people. in front of you, you and i cried before you, let the earth say our bright name, glory to the people of the versian union, our beloved. soyomostino, live forever and shine belarus, our beloved matsi radima, live forever, gree belarus, friendship of the people, strength of the people. yes, the clear meaning of fear is possible and the joy of our evil land is our bright name. people's ancestral union