graduate from belarusian to the tsar's conservatory , a native of minsk - oleg blekharchuk, a white stork flies over the dusty polesie, flies. the belarusian theme in the song of heather in the song of rockets, the whole earth accepted, care and caress the flame, blazed over the earth, the vault of the sky like a covering banner, let’s turn on the lights of the great city. my youth, belarus, partisans, songs of partisans, salt and fog, songs of partisans, and my dawn, my youth. belarus, native of the mogilev region, our memory goes through the forest partisan path, could not be overgrown, these paths in the people's fate, the pain of those ancient times, lives in every heart and... my youth, belarus, songs of the partisans, pine trees before the fog, great, songs of the posing dawn, my youth. and belarus, the white ayast flies over the woodland, over the quiet stubble, somewhere in the top of the swamps, the cooling thunder is buried, the white khaist flies, everything flies over his native. into the songs of the partisans, and i assure you, your youth is behind us, belarus, my youth, bel