Белоруссия [Belorussiya] [English translation]

A white stork flies,

above the white Polesye. (1)

The Belarusian motiff (2)

Is in the song of the heather, in the song of the willows.

The earth has accepted all

A care, a caress, and a flame,

The sunset flickers over the earth like a crimson banner.

Chorus:

My youth,

is Belarus

The song of the partizans,

The pines and the fog.

The song of the partizans,

A scarlet dawn.

My youth,

is Belarus.

Our memory passes

along the forest path of the partizans,

Unable to regrow

These paths were in the people's destiny.

The pain of these past years

Lives in and fills each heart,

In each of our families

The young children of Khatyn weep. (3)

Chorus.

A white stork flies,

above the Polesye, above the silent Zhnivyo (4)

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 blesses with his big wings.

Chorus.