Текст песни Леонид Борткевич - Аксамiтны вечар

A velvety summer evening enveloped the earth,
I catch the lake blue with my lips.
Silently I listen to the nightingale's song in the dew.
My Belarus hovers over my destiny.

And over the forest, over the universe straightened his wing
Golden boat vetoes, star paddle.
The maiden's condition of the White Tower, the breath of the stream,
I belong to you alone, my Belarus!

Where the breeze sways the golden mist,
There were stones near your roads.
Early red ashes, echoes in the groves,
And in your chest splinters, my Belarus.

I don't need foreign lands, no matter how I guess,
I don't want other people's bread, other people's joys,
For a stranger's heart stingeth, and oppresses like a serpent,
After all, my Belarus sounds from far away.