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Hlybokaye
Hlybokaye or Glubokoye (Belarusian: Глыбокае, Russian: Глубокое, Polish: Głębokie) is a town in Vitebsk Region, Belarus, the capital of Hlybokaye Raion (Belarusian: Глыбоцкі раён). The city is located on the international road from Polotsk to Vilnius with the historic railway line to Woropajewo (Варапаева) completed in 1932 in the interwar Poland (the town was incorporated in 1940 by the Soviet Union after the 1939 invasion of Poland). It has 18,200 inhabitants as of 2010.
Within the city limits there are two smaller lakes: Kahalnaye (Кагальнае) and Grand (Вялікае) from which the Birchwood river originates (Бярозаўка, Brzozówka in Polish). The first written records about the settlement date back to 1514. During World War II in occupied Poland the town's district of Berezwecz was the location of a massacre of up to 2,000–3,000 Polish prisoners by the Soviet NKVD secret police. As late as 2009 the remains of more than 20 victims probably shot by NKVD after the takeover of the area from Poland were again discovered in a basement of a local church.
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by: LaibachMacht
C'ez nas viharji divjajo. Stuerme wueten ueber uns,
Mesta gorijo in telesa. es brennen Staedte und Menschenkoerper!
Slast nas stresa Lust durchstroemt uns.
Spet se c'es polja Ueber die Fluren lautet
glasijo zvoki nas'e govorice, der Klang unserer Worte wider,
ki nam molitev je in vrisk. die uns Gebet und Jauchzen sind.
Ne, ne dopusti vec', vesoljni bog, O allmaechtiger Gott, lass
da bi nas'a sila potonila, unsere Kraft nie mehr schwinden,
saj je tako brezmejno sladka, mila... denn sie ist so unendlich suess
und lieb...
SLAST NAS STRESA! LUST DURCHSTROEMT UNS!
(Power
Storms rage over us,
cities and human bodies are burning.
Lust flows through us.
Over the land the sound
of our words rings out,
that are to us prayer and exultation. [Not 100% sure about this verse.]
O almighty God, never let
our power fail again,
for it is so endlessly sweet and dear...