Текст песни N.R.M. - Бывай

Nahіlyaetstsa dale nevysokae sky
Nahіlyaetstsa dale, smell SHERA іmzhoy.
Nadyhodzyachy Ranak dymam i smell of bread
Nadyhodzyachy Ranak smell ўladay stranger.

It happens, my native land!
It happens, my own Horad!
There are, brydkі my brother!
It happens, my Luba vorag!

We hіstalі arelі dy ¢ agnі dagarelі,
We hіstalі arelі hell yes shafts zyamlі
We ¢ lyusterkі glyadzelі dy not vedalі jo we
On yakoy paralelі on yakіm karablі.

It happens, my native land!
It happens, my own Horad!
There are, brydkі my brother!
It happens, my Luba vorag!

My aposhnі traleybus pas praspektse praedze,
Zagrukocha ўnochy my poshnі tram
Yes nastupnay sustrechy proydze couple stagoddzyaў,
Proydze couple stagoddzyaў and Pakul INTO happen!

It happens, my native land!
It happens, my own Horad!
There are, drybkі my brother!
It happens, my Luba vorag!