Текст песни РАЗГРОМ - Белоруссия

Soon we will publish a great circulation,
There is not enough land on the grazing,
The property of hands will be eternal peace
It must be kept, breaking the fists,
We will tell us on the radio: "Ida at home,
Collect your belongings and wider pocket ",
But on my depths put a cross
Gray rain of freedom and scientific progress.

My youth, Belarus,
I give you the best years
Melts in the rain indifference
My youth, my youth.

White stork flies to die for the hill,
Exhasting wing about a spiny fence,
And lonely native forests are noisy,
Here's what the atom is doing wonders here,
This spirit of enlightenment prepares me a syringe,
And many wonderful discoveries in hospitals corridors,
But the door is closed outside,
The wind blows from the east, it is very cruel
It is too cruel.

My youth, Belarus,
I give you the best years.
Melts in the rain indifference
My youth, my youth.