Byelorussia (translated by Natalie)
A white stork is flyingAbove the whitish woodlands
A Byelorussian tune is heardIn the song of heather and brittle willows
This land accepted it allCare, and caress, and flame
The sky was blazing above the earthLike a crimson bannerByelorussia, my youthfulness!
A partisans' song... Pine-trees and fog...A partisans' song... Scarlet daybreak...Byelorussia, my youthfulness!
Our memory followsThe forest path of the partisans
These paths are not forgotten
In the people's fateEvery heart still aches
From the pain of those bygone years
The little children of HotynCry in every our family
Byelorussia, my youthfulness!
A partisans' song... Pine-trees and fog...A partisans' song... Scarlet daybreak...Byelorussia, my youthfulness!
A white stork is flying Above the woodlands and quiet stubble-fieldsSomewhere in the swamps
A cooling thunder is buried The white stork keeps on flying
Above our native fields
Overshadowing the land of our love
With its big wings
Byelorussia, my youthfulness!
A partisans' song... Pine-trees and fog...A partisans' song... Scarlet daybreak...Byelorussia, my youthfulness!Byelorussia, my youthfulness!
A partisans' song... Pine-trees and fog...A partisans' song... Scarlet daybreak...Byelorussia, my youthfulness!
