Текст песни Зміцер Вайцюшкевіч - Красуня-вясна

Music: Dmitry Vaitsyushkevich
Words: Uladzimir Nyaklyaeu

Spring icicles cry,
Brooks call spring.
You told me quietly for the soul
Sing a song pradvesnevuyu.

Let the soul vskalyshatstsa to the bottom
And there will call, where the saint,
Where on the edge of the young spring
The first snowdrops scatters.

Pretty Spring rings streams in the field (you will not leave us never)
Pretty Spring - the sister of our will,
Pretty Spring in white and red costume (happy love in the first)
Pretty Spring - magic fairy love.

From the spring will not go away,
And after the wind that whips the flags,
We shall go with you to night
Light the lights in the square.

Will we stand and remember
Those who do not have with us today,
Those whom we meet
With the white-red-white flags.