Текст песни Бадя, Svist - МАМА-БЕЛАРУСЬ
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Мы любим свою страну.
Я уверен по своему значит.
Может не как ты любим.
Но мы не можем иначе.
Это - наша земля.
И она тут не виновата.
Это - наши края.
Это - Родина наша, ребята.
Припев:
Это - наши города.
Это - белая земля.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Это - наши города.
Это - белая земля.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Мама-Беларусь, мама мама-Беларусь.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Мама-Беларусь, мама мама-Беларусь.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Я белорусский парень.
И ты знаешь я так горжусь этим.
Ведь эта земля, эта страна.
Для меня лучшая на планете.
Не думай о том, как было.
Давай-ка посмотрим с другой стороны.
Голову вверх, не опускать.
Ведь наша страна это - мы.
Да - это наш, хоккей, биатлон.
"Даша" - кричали мы дружно.
Я лично с трибуны голос сорвав.
Скандирую Лёша Калюжный.
Всё это моё, это наше.
Пускай это "наше" останется с нами.
И какая бы ты не была, помни.
Для меня Беларусь - мама.
Припев:
Это - наши города.
Это - белая земля.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Это - наши города.
Это - белая земля.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Мама-Беларусь, мама мама - Беларусь.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Мама - Беларусь, мама мама-Беларусь.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Вот и я родом отсюда.
Мне тут спокойно и уютно.
Тут лишь час пик, заторы.
И как-то многолюдно.
На горизонте солнце.
Оно встаёт с рассветом.
А я такой счастливый.
Катаюсь по проспекту.
Вот она моя родная.
Матушка моя земля.
Я другой такой не знаю, это Родина моя.
Тут мой дом, родное место.
Близкие, моя семья.
Этот город центр Минска.
Мои корни и края.
Припев:
Это - наши города.
Это - белая земля.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Это - наши города.
Это - белая земля.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Мама-Беларусь, мама мама-Беларусь.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
Мама-Беларусь, мама мама-Беларусь.
Это - мой народ любимый.
Это - Беларусь моя.
We love our country.
I am confident in its own way.
Maybe not how you love.
But we cannot do otherwise.
This is our land.
And she is not to blame.
These are our lands.
This is our homeland, guys.
Chorus:
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
I am a Belarusian guy.
And you know I'm so proud of it.
After all, this land, this country.
For me, the best on the planet.
Do not think about how it was.
Let's look from the other side.
Head up, do not lower.
After all, our country is us.
Yes - this is our hockey biathlon.
“Dasha,” we shouted together.
I personally tore the voice from the rostrum.
I’m chanting Lyosha Kalyuzhny.
All this is mine, this is ours.
Let this "ours" remain with us.
And whatever you are, remember.
For me, Belarus is a mother.
Chorus:
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom - Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom is Belarus, mom is Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Here I come from here.
I’m calm and comfortable here.
There is only rush hour, congestion.
And somehow crowded.
The sun is on the horizon.
It rises with the dawn.
And I'm so happy.
I ride on the avenue.
Here she is my dear.
Mother is my land.
I don’t know another one, this is my homeland.
Here is my house, my native place.
Close, my family.
This city is the center of Minsk.
My roots and edges.
Chorus:
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
I am confident in its own way.
Maybe not how you love.
But we cannot do otherwise.
This is our land.
And she is not to blame.
These are our lands.
This is our homeland, guys.
Chorus:
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
I am a Belarusian guy.
And you know I'm so proud of it.
After all, this land, this country.
For me, the best on the planet.
Do not think about how it was.
Let's look from the other side.
Head up, do not lower.
After all, our country is us.
Yes - this is our hockey biathlon.
“Dasha,” we shouted together.
I personally tore the voice from the rostrum.
I’m chanting Lyosha Kalyuzhny.
All this is mine, this is ours.
Let this "ours" remain with us.
And whatever you are, remember.
For me, Belarus is a mother.
Chorus:
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom - Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom is Belarus, mom is Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Here I come from here.
I’m calm and comfortable here.
There is only rush hour, congestion.
And somehow crowded.
The sun is on the horizon.
It rises with the dawn.
And I'm so happy.
I ride on the avenue.
Here she is my dear.
Mother is my land.
I don’t know another one, this is my homeland.
Here is my house, my native place.
Close, my family.
This city is the center of Minsk.
My roots and edges.
Chorus:
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
These are our cities.
It is a white land.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.
Mom Belarus, mom mom Belarus.
This is my beloved people.
This is my Belarus.