things, you are only ready to work for a meal, you , you can’t guess how your word is it will respond, chuchev see the shit on which you are sitting, you are pigs, because a pig cannot raise its head, then it will be with us, with all of us, with the children, there will be torment, and they need a tablet now, you see, they see only a trough, only tablets, only grub, mainno, real estate, only baseness, only acorns under their hooves, they are corpses, but we are waiting for easter and proclaiming, death, where is your sting, and from where your victory, christ and father will rise... with us and every belarusian shouts in the face of this death with white-red-white shroud: go away, i’m alive, the lead detras sing overhead, and you will never wake up from this song, never, never. how many of my brothers are left here forever, young soldiers who have spent eternity completely, completely, completely, i’m alive, you hear, mom, i’m alive. who would have thought that even metal would burn, people here became stronger, became forever, forever, forever, false, like all owls, behind my back. and they