mikhailovich luchenok, nikolai. it is called russia belarus on our stage, honored artist of the republicia oleshko and the samotsvety ensemble. i don’t dare say, our life is joy and sadness, if belarus is in my heart, then you are in my heart, russia, if in my heart... belarus, then you are in my heart, and suffer, laugh until you cry, we love our polesie forests, we belong among these birches. i don’t presume to predict fate, our life is joy and sadness, if in my heart, belarus, that means you are in my heart, russia. that means you are in my heart, russia, that means in my heart, belarus, the new century, it will happen at our doors, more fun, my comrade brother, they say. we are not free yews, not for us, not a border, not a barrier, if belarus is in my heart, then you are in my heart, russia, russia, if you are mine. my heart is russia, which means belarus is in my heart. let's preserve the crane and the willow and the flaxen sky, not to break our common faith, not to destroy either mik or moscow, if that's all. in my heart, belarus is together, that means you are in my heart, russia