Если что и есть в мире вечное, Неподвластное бегу дней, Ты спроси меня и отвечу я: "Это сердце земли моей". You threw away , Lured life worrying . But one day in early autumn Suddenly, the impossible happens :
For over forests of dawn , Krynica over cold Ptah small inconspicuous Flight where waiting for you
And bright and sad, Singing , Epic , Native Belarusian land .
Chorus: For there dawns for mists In the silence of the woods and fields Innermost , ineffable , Pouring my heart of the earth .
If that is the eternal world , Eludes running days You ask me and I will answer : " This is the heart of my land ."
Where nameless river Sweeps silvery ribbon , Immerse yourself in the honey-colored dew , Heather , fragrant .
And wakes tenderness long , Breaks out in the heart of the quiet flame. "Hello - I would say - welcome . I know you have long waited for me. "