Текст песни DZIЕCIUKI - Забытая магіла

Am Em
What is the whisper of the forgotten grave,
C G
The soldier of the army is unknown to anyone.
Am Em
Our land did not count those sons,
C G
Who for her thirst for a free life.

On the way, he met a Soviet invasion,
He did not recognize the fascist system.
His name did not get glory,
I put my head down, so I put it.

Am Em
The flames of war are at the crossroads of Belarusians.
C Am
The invaders are climbing on all sides.
F Dm
White woven tablecloths,
C Am
Which ribbon was the blood on.

No news of death was sent to anyone,
No one cried for the young soldiers.
The houses of Jesse were burning with fire,
The sister and mother turned to smoke.

And before his war, his father passed away in Siberia,
He was a fist and didn't go to the collective farm,
He was counted among the enemies of the people,
In the Bolshevik claws the beam went out.

The flames of war are at the crossroads of Belarusians.
The invaders are climbing on all sides.
White woven tablecloths,
Which ribbon was the blood on.