There is not stick on my back,
But my heart fills the great pain.
There is not boot on my throat,
But I cannot take a deep breath.
There are not handcuffs on my hands,
But It’s look like I am a slave.
There is not death warrant, but i…
But I look in the face of death –
Belarus Freedom dies
On the bloodstained snow…
Belarus Freedom dies,
Everybody know…
Belarus Freedom dies,
There is night in my heart.
Belarus Freedom dies
So hard…
I opened my eyes to look:
My land was beaten and took.
I opened my ears to listen:
To hope? To believe? – no reason.
I opened my mind to remember
Forever, forever, forever.
But I will become above:
I opened my heart to love.
To love, to believe, to know:
The Spring will take of the snow.
Live Belarus!