There's a city of might in the heart of our Motherland
Ten sixty-seven - since that year it was known
Wars and death, storming fires and plague
Nothing can break its walls of stone
Mighty it stands like an invincible monolith
Needles of monuments point at the sky
Buildings are solid and streets sink in greenery
We call it Minsk, the city of might
Now you who listen to this verse right now
Postpone your jobs and drink a glass of...
Nastoika!
While the Library starts to flash its mystical lights
And the sun sets and darkness touches the sky
We're drinking nastoika in the cold glow of street lamps
We're marching the pavements with joy and delight
Then comes the dawn and wipes all the stars away
Victory monument's lit by the sun
The city awakens to stand for another day
To stand here for centuries...
For more great deeds to be done!