Текст песни Белорусские песняры - Каждый четвёртый

Oh , like a bird flying high
Through the bad weather and darkness ,
Every fourth at Falcon sky
Every fourth knocked on the fly.

Did you forget the terrible night ,
Injured branches groan or creak .
Every fourth dubochek in the grove ,
Every fourth died in a storm .

The sound of this song , quiet and sad ,
Always with me , always with me.
One in four of the Belarusians ,
Every fourth fell in the war ...