like everyone who lives in Belarus Sometimes I wonder who I am? And have fun, discovering the truth Because I never give a damn
Like everyone who lives in misery Sometimes I really wonder why? The answer lies in the history But it's entirely made of lies
when people losing their motivation it's very sad aha we are the nation or we are not the nation? if we are the nation what kind of nation we are?
Sometimes you feel, you really have your voice But you're still voiceless anyway Somebody made instead of you the choice And he still makes it everyday
You should be proud nation to which belong i shout but you don't wanna hear That pride - a thing that really makes you strong But you'd rather spend your life in fear