Ihar Lučanok and Yakub Kolas. ”Мой родны кут” / "My Native Place" by Emily De Baets, Uladzia Šamiećka, Nina Gordon, Christine De Baets Arrangement by Nina Gordon #by_culture My native corner(native land, village, hometown…), how dear you are to me! .. I have no strength to forget you! More than once, tired of the road, The life of my poor spring, To you I fly in my mind, And there I rest my soul . Now, like before, I see my native land in front of me. I see the streambed And spruce paired with pine, Hugging tightly over the water, How would young people hug in love On the last evening of parting. I love you, my native shore, Where the Neman (name of river) flows with silver waves, Where oaks in a large number, friendly, stand like towers close to the water. My native land, how dear you are to me, I have no strength to forget you ! My native land, how are you dear to me, I have no strength to forget you !