"В холода, в холода ..." ["V kholoda, v kholoda..."] [English translation]

Into cold, into cold

From our old cozy nests

Other cities are beckoning us,

Whether Minsk or it's Brest, -

Into cold, into cold...

Not for nothing it seems

From the hometown trees

These harsh places are beckoning us,

As if they are more fun, -

Not for nothing it seems...

Although home keeps us warm,

We still lack every time

New encounters and new faithful friends,

As if we're in distress,

And it's warmer with them...

And no matter how well

Sometimes we feel afar,

We still keep coming back home to bear.

Where is then our star?

Maybe here, maybe there...