ZLATKA RAGE все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

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

Every filthy hour,
Every minute on this rotting Earth
We got proud of the ancient power,
That is given since the very birth.

In the name of our yesterday's glory
we shall drink cup by cup to the last.
In the name of the cheerful future