Текст песни Kamaedzitca - Каханай

Remember how many times our story
The hand of the traitor copied, - it is impossible to count.
And again continue to mock our Shrine.
Dirt, rob, humiliate, hack.

How much this small but Big Earth has suffered.
Then and work fed from childhood.
Gave the heart Freedom when the body was kept in captivity.
It gave dreams hope when the struggle was dying.

Apparently, there is not as much rain as there are tears shed,
There is not as much water as there is blood flowing here.
Name as you wish:
Lithuania and Kryvia, Belarus, or the Slavic Land ...
It will not change
And will always be with you.
Your Motherland, the only Land,
Beloved Fatherland.

Together with her - for eternity.
Loyalty to her forever.