Текст песни Янка Купала - Спадчына

HERITAGE

seq. I bathe, Muses. I. Luchenok
From time immemorial our ancestors
We left the legacy; *
Between her and strangers
She is my mother's affection.

About it told me stories, dreams
Spring thawed patches,
And the forest rustle in September,
And in the scorched oak.

About me it awakens the memory
On linden stork klёkotom
And that old mossy fence,
What lay side by side near the villages;

About it told me stories, dreams
Spring thawed patches,
And the forest rustle in September,
And in the scorched oak.

And boring lambs
Bleating-call on pasbishchy,
And the cry of crows
At the cemetery kladbishchy.

She lives with him thoughts of my family
And dream dreams relentlessly with him ...
It is called the legacy of my
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