Текст песни Вайцюшкевіч Зьміцер - Пад раньне

The house doors are open
For all random friends.
I still hope and believe,
What will go one day love.
We drink green tea,
Let's light a fire lamp.
And I'll lie to her that the rich -
Since I have hope and faith.

And in the morning, in the morning -
Where starry silence -
We love, love
As children zakalysha.
On the pink clouds
It lulled us!
My God, how high
I fly with you!

I'm the star of a decent night,
I dream of waking and dream
How do you all Zamil,
How do you zamiluesh me.
And we will have a night of pardon
And our dreams will come down from heaven
All who have died through love
And who rose through love.