belarusians, we are belarusians, belarus , belarus, we, belarus, we, belarus, we, belarusians, yazvoboniyae , belarusians, we, belarusians, we, belarusians, we. belarusians, belarusians, we, belarusians, we, the moon is suddenly coming up, over my destiny, and walking, in the eternal circle, it will seem to me that the surf is whispering again, what we said to each other, and when ships passed in the distance, we squeezed our hands more tightly, the distance along the lunar path, we left unnoticed, our meetings, our separations, the lunar path glitters with silver, it follows me. bracelet behind the ship, lunar path , glitters with silver, she follows me , trails behind the ship, i can’t hear you, lunar path, paduda, we choose the path, we go towards our dream, and we must not turn away from the path anywhere and walk our step. time is light, back on the way, it’s not just there, and as soon as you take a step, time brings light, there’s no way back, let's not just go, win the dream, win the dream, win the dream, believe, believe in the dream, believe in the dream, like the kindness of peo