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Belarus and Russia

On my beloved's, it's not the diamonds that burn
On the cornflowers with light brown braids, but the summer dew.
And in the lake-eyes the stars are reflected
As if live silver.
 
On my beloved's the wind's voice is gentler
It calms the sadness, and warms in the bitter cold.
The angels at dawn
Silently sing along, learning toward her.
 
So different, yet still
Such can only happen to two sisters who are alike.
Chorus:
Two sisters - gifted by God
For both, one destiny, one path!
Two sisters - in the whole world there is none prettier!
Two sisters - Belarus and Russia!
 
Motherland who, as a woman, believes and remembers.
Every step and sigh of mine is filled with love for her.
For her I won't regret anything -
Not even life itself!
 
Motherland who, like women, is forever beautiful -
Neither time1 nor sorrows have any power.
And I'm really happy
back home.
 
So different, yet still
Such can only happen to two sisters who are alike.
Chorus:
Two sisters - gifted by God
For both, one destiny, one path!
Two sisters - in the whole world there is none prettier!
Two sisters - Belarus and Russia!
 

• 1. Lit. 'the years'