lyuba bradtsy, loving, lyubov radtsy, i have to grieve with our atamans, we are the peoples of belarus russia and we are moving forward together, and together we are building a safe tomorrow for us, our descendants, and we understand that in our unity our... strength is that together we create our common history. my beloved cornflower has braids in her rune, it’s not diamonds that burn in her, but summer dew, the stars are reflected in the eyes of the lakes, like in living silver, my beloved has a gentler voice of the wind, it will remove sorrows in the bitter cold, it will warm you up, they quietly sing along with her, bowing over her, angels of nazareth, they are so different, but still only sisters are so similar, nurses, and many... motherland is like a woman who believes in remembering, every step i take my breath towards her. the only one filled with love for her, it’s not a pity, i don’t care about anything, not even life myself, my homeland is like a woman who is forever beautiful, neither year nor sorrow has power over her, and i am truly happy. only after returning home, they