you smell euphrasinya, o light-bloomer, may’s singing song, your footsteps do not fade away, your pilgrimhe earth, you prayed for us. to the lords and for peace on the land of paprasia, pamper me, the light of the day, and the glory of the earth, he is in your hands, you are in the sunny memory, your land, affectionate azars, your dear meats, pile monasteries. your savor is for the little ones, my dear soul, you have gone for the aneles, giving us strength, pray for us, ovestnitsa, ask for belarus! thank you very much, you have prayed for us before the lords, and for peace on earth, papras! and ў feathers and quails ba... and ў feathers y galowka balіts, you are may, you are may quail, you are may, you are may, nevyali. nitchka, and the quail has hands. balyatsya, let's sing the little feathers, oh the kalentsy balyatska, you're a may, you're a may, a little feather, you're a may, you're a may tumbler. you're a may, you're a feather-fly, you're a may, you 're a may-less one. and in perepyolki, dzetki little, you are my, you are my, perepyolka, you are my, you are my, veravelashka, you are