by the sun, by unyovy rus , the suns are washed by fire. with me holy soul skolina throwing off my forcesme balls. silence of the king i knock off, throwing myself off to me. preserved yes, the light of a crystal dawn, the light above the world , standing incomprehensibly, your age-old forest speaks and belovezhskaya pushcha is here forgotten for a long time, our parental blood and having heard the password the voice of the ancestors, calling with the power of a bird, lesnoy publishes them centuries. i pass on to you the lovely forest forest. i'm flying to you. hello not a path, i check the steep, where the grass is high, where the heat is snowing generations from the knees, i drink the light of your spring truth . belovezhskaya pushcha of generations soon speaks your holy spring truth. at the tall birches i will take my heart warm, i will take the consolations of the living with me. a harmful answer miracles in belovezhskaya pushcha milayazhskaya forests . i just don't sometimes you grow up. surprised laziness, where i have not been. hive all to me to her father i to the speed of the wei