Белоруссия [Belorussiya] [English translation]

White stork flies,

Over the white woodlands he flies,

Belorussian motif

In the song heather, in the song willows.

All the earth accepts

and care and kindness and flame,

flickering over the earth

The sunset like a crimson banner.

Chorus:

My youth,

Belorussia.

Song of a partisan,

pine trees to the fog.

Song of a partisan,

scarlet dawn.

My youth,

Belorussia.

Our memory passes

Along the forest path of the partisans,

Never regrew,

These paths in the national destiny.

The pain of these past years

Lives in and fills each heart,

In each of our families

The young children of Khatyn weep.

Chorus.

White stork flies,

over the woodlands, over quiet stubble

Somewhere in the wetlands of the marsh

The remaining thunder burried.

White stork flies,

On and on he flies over his native fields,

The land of our love

he signals with big wings.

Chorus.