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,
Пра нас не здыме эпапею Энзейнштейн, І Караткевіч не напіша з нас раман. Мы ўзялі назву з вуснаў тысяч тых людей, Што йдуць да нас і кажуць: будзе зноў падман.
In the self-defence the first question is: who am i and what am i?
Independence is not a freedom.But without independence - no freedom! Not brothers but partners!
There are few things we are proud of in Belarus.
I am from Belarus, Eastern part of Europe. 20 years ago my motherland was a part of Soviet Union.
This song was translated in 2002. Mighty Lord Music: Mikola Ravensky Text: Natalla Arsenyeva Translated by Alena Tserashkova So mighty Lord! As you hold sway over