Текст песни Данчык - Белавежская пушча

A treasured tune, a lane,
Waiting for the dawn that the glow is dazzling -
Like yours, I have your age-longing,
Belovezhskaya Pushcha, Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

Our ancestral hideout has long been forgotten here
And, sometimes, our ancestors cry when they hear
A gray forest bird from a long time ago
I hasten to you, Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

Hardly a significant trace to the source of the filth
Through grass, reeds, shrubs,
Like deer, I drink live water from my knees
Your true truth, Belovezhskaya Pushcha.

I warm my soul at high oaks,
For the joy of the living and the blind and the seeing,
Thou shalt bring thy singing the treasured houses,
Belovezhskaya Pushcha, Belovezhskaya Pushcha.