way... i patreba, words, malitva, zhytstse, for belarus i’m crying yes, god, saint mayo, mother, not imamyt to you. to be born and you make everything sick, but now, but we will renounce and destroy everything with you. your fields are your humble ones, your bold ones are not shepherds. your graves, your graves, mine washed away your mine with humility. but let’s not follow grodno - this is our country, our land, our city, stick together, don’t crowd together... we have enough of everything, the need is three times, the need is close. our gate is our sila, gata has our moc , navat kali to us cygage, trab trymatz priom, we dapamozh heaven, the earth is dognatskiy ino, we are yak aneloma da marts, prognemen padsia, creven dalima, our zhitso - gata mig, geta, and the sleep will not fall. don’t run away with this, behind your back, together with me, you, who knows how to marry, need three times, need three times, because this is our strength, here ’s our mots, navat kali for us, we need three times, we can’t bah, tsemru practice and night we do not wish for black glooms over ourselves, all of