this is our song kupala yong tomorrow to correct my brothers from the cup overflowing with the lord’s over the edge and the west is drowning in it; blood will flow into you, our friends and brothers , the slavic world. close closer. the unity heralded by the rakkul of our days may be welded together with iron and blood , but we will try to solder it with love, and then we will see that our love is stronger than the love of the archangel michael above us is not a lip of love proudly varla, riot police love of the mother of god from the minsk coat of arms love. consider the sword of the kgmvd. the love that shines in will warm us our harvested fields. and you are enemies. choose a rave and run to your grave, we will dance on it. the fervent dance of our unity, the love of the presidential standard leads us into battle, the order has been signed, the tanks are starting up, the planes are buzzing. take the barrier down to mount pan and succumb to hands up in a new way, the belarusians are coming. the great homeland will help our brothers and sisters every step of the troika army is driven