Bread That Unites Us

The fragrant aroma over our native fields.

Warmth of hardworking hands.

We can. We are able. We are not dependent,

because Belarus is my land.❤️

The bread we grow together is also a symbol of unity. One land. One labor. One people.

From field to table, it passes through different hands — hardworking, native, our own. In it — the land we have united. In it — the labor we do together. In it — Belarus.

We protect our free and independent Motherland not because we have to, but because she is ours! Beloved! Unique!