that blooming , singing bright may, vikhrientsev in the russian waltz through the years, the heart will, the alki and the danube remember, that blooming and... singing bright may, vikhrientsev in the russian waltz through the years, the heart will never forget to remember , the feat of our people, the public war is immortal, immortal, because our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers were united in the fight against the enemy. the feat of the people is immortal, because we are alive, children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren who witnessed the harsh events of eighty years ago. and may there always be peace and happiness on our land. the white stork flies, flies over the white woodland, the belarusian motif in the songs of veriska in the songs of the willow, all the earth. little dawn, the youth of may, belarus, our memory walks along the forest partisan path, it was not possible to overgrow, these paths become national. tebet boltekh yes nigodel lives in every heart to this day in every land of ours, small villages of khatyns are with us, my youth