Текст песни Ярослав Евдокимов - Белыя крылы

I'll just look back at my childhood -
And you will take off, my stork, dear herald.
In the smoky sky over the land of Belarus,
Above my head you make circles.

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Where light was loved, where happiness was foretold,
Where in the evening reeds the shoulder of the quiet Drut,
Over my ways, over my years
Your white-white wings are floating.

Our share of joy was not rich.
We grew up among bitter military atos.
Yes, from a high stork above his parents' house
About the hope of the holiday you chatted to me.

Chorus.

No matter how much I return to my hometown now -
Peaceful winds will embrace fields and meadows,
Above my head, above the land of Belarus
Near the sun itself you make circles.

Chorus.