Into the cold, into the cold
Away from the long-occupied places
Other cities call to us,
As if to Minsk, as if to Brest,
Into the cold, into the cold

For good reason, for good reason
The severe places beckon us
Away from our native poplar trees
As if it’s more merry there,
For good reason, for good reason...

Why aren’t we warm at home -
There aren’t always enough
New encounters and new friends,
As if it’s a misfortune to us,
As if it’s warmer with them...

Why shouldn’t it sometimes
Be good for us -
We return to our houses.
Where is our star?
Perhaps here, perhaps there.