Текст песни РАЗГРОМ - Молодость Моя - 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 needs to keep swallowing fists.
We will tell us on the radio "Ida home!
Collect belongings, but wider pocket ... "
But on my depths put a cross,
Gray Freedom Freedom, Scientific Progress

Chorus:
My youth is Belarus
I give you the best years,
Melting in the rain indifference
My youth, my youth.

White stork flies to die for the hill,
Seving the wing of a spiny fence,
And lonely native forests are noisy -
This is what the atom is doing wonders.
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.