Текст песни Бяседа - Дзень добры, родныя мясцiны

plow on the edge of the first strawberries
A living gift of the sun and the earth,
And shine with the rays of the heart of mystery
The light of the soul that I was given.

Good day, native places,
Quiet water by the river.
Where the eyes are, the forget-me-nots are blue
Capture the grass and water.

Whispering softly the warm forest of the drawing-room,
And next to a wave of slender grain.
I sing a song of unbridled joy
At the edge of the birch horn.

Good day, hometown
Quiet water by the river.
Where the eyes of forget-me-nots are blue
Capture the grass and water.
(loss)

I stroke the braids of a young birch,
It's as if I looked into my childhood again.
I just have a sad thought that worries me,
But don’t give me back those roads.

Good day, hometown
Quiet water by the river.
Where the eyes of forget-me-nots are blue
Capture the grass and water.
Good day, hometown
Quiet water by the river.
Where the eyes of forget-me-nots are blue
Capture the grass and water.