native land, you are loved and holy. you, you are beautiful, avar, your land, we flock with you, and daidze, soldier formation, player, marshat of my land and yours, for belarus i may, we are tired of the fire, player. well over my land, yours for belarus , may we stand, we are burning, eh border, pipes, marching march , summoned to help with the heroes, our intense battle for the company, the mighty army of the people of belarus, glad of our native land, dear and holy, you are beautiful and famous. all right, we are standing on the earth, i and you, you, you, on the earth, let us flock with you, and let us fall new battle, soldier formation, play, march over my country, yours for belarus to me, we city groan. it tells how we lived, we follow our path, the path of our land, the path of our homeland, we choose happiness, we choose to live, to live, to live not to pass the field. this wisdom is often by choice this is a sacrifice of good will we choose life life chooses us we choose those who are with us believe in the shining of the eyes we choose the light the sun in your window we choose t