Текст песни Вальжына Цярэшчанка - Запяі мне песьню

I did not utter a song from the petty-bourgeois streets,
not from the large scenes are not from the stage,
shalt me ​​that I heard a heart
when the crumbled white garden.
I utter the one that pyayala nanny
over the cradle, I could not sleep for a long time,
or hopeless young love,
that disturbs the heart of the night.
I do not want news from the wide world
I empty my heart, close to the volume,
may remember a song that summer pyayala
cropper for young sickle?
Or maybe you remember the one about the unkind serf,
from under the overhanging roof of our boring,
pyayali that guys like horses led
moonlit night for the night?
I utter our song, not a stranger,
with emerald and chasing boar,
I heart forever in exile hear
among thought stellar evening.