Lavon Volski - No Country

«No Country (Belarusian: Krainy niama)» - the song written by Lyavon Volsky in 2014, entered the album «Hramadaznaustva».
Original lyrics (Belarusian):
Dla hienerała kraina - vajna.
Dla niefarmała kraina - čuma.
Dla radykała kraina - turma.
Ale dla bolšaści krainy niama.
Dla kamunista kraina - adna.
Dla satanista kraina - truna.
Dla hitarysta kraina - struna.
Ale dla bolšaści krainy niama.
Viarni žyćcio svajoj krainie,
Jana ŭ śnie chałodnym hinie!
Viarni žyćcio svajoj ziamli,
Jaje sivyja śniahi zamiali.
Viarni žyćcio svajoj krainie,
Jana ŭ śnie chałodnym hinie!
Viarni žyćcio svajoj ziamli,
Jaje sivyja śniahi zamiali.
Dla nielehała kraina - zima,
Dla vykidały kraina - karčma,
Dla telekanała kraina - farmat,
Ale dla bolšaści krainy niama.
Viarni žyćcio svajoj krainie,
Jana ŭ śnie chałodnym hinie!
Viarni žyćcio svajoj ziamli,
Jaje sivyja śniahi zamiali
Viarni žyćcio svajoj krainie,
Jana ŭ śnie chałodnym hinie!
Viarni žyćcio svajoj ziamli,
Tut u kaho josć dom i siamja,
Ułasny sviet i daroha svaja,
Josć leta, vosień, viasna i zima,
Josć šmat čaho, ale krainy niama.
Viarni žyćcio svajoj krainie,
Jana ŭ śnie chałodnym hinie!
Viarni žyćcio svajoj ziamli,
Jaje sivyja śniahi zamiali.
Viarni žyćcio svajoj krainie,
Jana ŭ śnie chałodnym hinie!
Viarni žyćcio svajoj ziamli,
Masty spali i ziamlu asviatli.
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English lyrics:
For a general country is war.
For a youth country is plague.
For a radical country is jail.
But for the majority there is no country.
For a panslavic country is unity.
For a satanist country is coffin.
For a guitarist country is string.
But for the majority there is no country.
Bring back life to own country.
It dies in cold sleep.
Bring back life to own land.
That covered in hoary snow.
Bring back life to own country.
It dies in cold sleep.
Bring back life to own land.
That covered in hoary snow.
For an alien country is whinter.
For a bouncer country is tavern.
For a TV channel country is a format.
But for the majority there is no country.
Bring back life to own country.
It dies in cold sleep.
Bring back life to own land.
That covered in hoary snow.
Bring back life to own country.
It dies in cold sleep.
Bring back life to own land.
Here someone is home and family,
Own world and your own way,
There is summer, autumn, spring and winter,
There are many, but the country is not.
Bring back life to own country.
It dies in cold sleep.
Bring back life to own land.
That covered in hoary snow.
Bring back life to own country.
It dies in cold sleep.
Bring back life to own land.
That covered in hoary snow.
Bridges slept and sanctify the land.
#Lavon_Volski #No_Country #BNR

[@mateuszchojnacki2588]

Жыве Беларусь!💪💪💪

[@Belarus_Dziuba]

чаму так мала прасмотраў? пэўна што ТЕГИ не зрабілі і па групах у ВК не раскідалі. трэба рэкламаваць відэа інакш ніхто не ўбачыць

[@NatureXScience]

Уффффф как же хорошо понимать белорусский, польский и другие языки на подобии этих