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
Now you who listen to this verse right now Postpone your jobs and drink a glass of... Nastoika!
While the Library starts to flash its mystical lights And the sun sets and darkness touches the sky We're drinking nastoika in the cold glow of street lamps We're marching the pavements with joy and delight Then comes the dawn and wipes all the stars away Victory monument's lit by the sun The city awakens to stand for another day To stand here for centuries... For more great deeds to be done!