tebet boltekh yes nigodel lives in every heart to this day in every land of ours, small villages of khatynsongs of partisans pine trees before the fog, songs of partisans, allaya dawn, my youth, belarus, driving over the woodland on a quiet field, somewhere in the top of the swamps, the cooling thunder is buried, the white leaf is flying, everything is flying over our native fields, the land of our love. autumn with large wings, young may, belarus, songs of partisans, pines and fog, songs of partisans, and may dawn, young may, belarus, young may, belarus, songs of partisans, pines and fog. songs of the partisans, allaya tsar, youth of may, belarus. dedicated to the memory of the heroes. i was and was not, i was and was not, where the granite is now, in this region, there is a light trace of me. don't be sorry, don't be sorry, i burned out! to make you warmer, my warmth, it happens, it happens for those who follow us, the streets, the streets are called. our names, a thousand times, a thousand times, a thousand, hearts will flare up, and a thousand times they will remember us, the streets wi