Беловежская пуща [Belovezhskaza pushcha] [English translation]

Treasured chant, treasured vast distance

Crystal light of the dawn, rising up over the world.

Your endless sadness is so clear for me,

Belovezhskaya pushcha, Belovezhskaya pushcha

Here is a long forgotten parental home we are all came from.

And when voice of ancestors calls me sometimes

Like a grey forest bird I am flying to you,

Belovezhskaya pushcha, Belovezhskaya pushcha

By barely visible trail I'm reaching the creek,

Where the grass is so high, where the undergrowth is so dense.

Kneeling like the deer, I drink thy holy spring truth, Belovezhskaya pushcha

At high birches, getting warmhearted,

I will take away to comfort those who stay

Your treasured chant, your miraculous melody,

Belovezhskaya pushcha, Belovezhskaya pushcha