Moving along the walls of Belarus,I fear from a Belorussiyan
My blood becomes tepid,But veins are still like a russian
I move like a snake,passing through Minsk
I laugh,I cry,I crave for some wings
... I wait,I creep,to smell the grass of Pinsk
I fly,I rejoice,and still I dont see those wings
Ukraine is obliged to bringe some peek
I say nothing for I am too weak
O dear Lord! Doldrums of old time is brocht again
Thou should demand justice for snake's luck is in vain
I walk towards Estonia,Lithuania and Poland
I see smile,a faded one,I am in no man's land
My heart assures me,I belong to Adam and Eve
A bullet is heard and my honest heart starts to weep.
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