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!