Текст песни CHUR - Беларусь

Look at New York - New York ,
 Madrid look at :
 millions of lights
 From dawn to dusk .
 Only perhaps be compared
 oceans lights
 With an endless expanse
 Fields and forests ?

 And light , and easy to
 On my soul .
 I sigh deeply ,
 Repeating the words :
 This is my mother ,
 It 's your mom
 Our land belorusckaya .
 It 's your mom ,
 This is my mother
 Our land belorusckaya .

There are well
Skyscrapers , palaces
And we have a window
Every summer the starlings
In the clouds cranes
Instead of flying bombs
Our kids all night
Sleeping infant sleep

And light , and easy to
 On my soul .
 I sigh deeply ,
 Repeating the words :
 This is my mother ,
 It 's your mom
 Our land belorusckaya .
 It 's your mom ,
 This is my mother
 Our land belorusckaya .

Belaya Rus !
And why is it white ?
Because it is light and clean
As the sky above your head
As the water in the brook ?
And in our lakes bezkraynih
As the eyes of the child ,
As the mother's heart .
How I love my white Russ !

You're so alone.
Is it a secret?
I'm on the map easily
I will seek your picture
blue eyes
And at times spit
In the heart of Europe is a beauty !

And light , and easy to
 On my soul .
 I sigh deeply ,
 Repeating the words :
 This is my mother ,
 It 's your mom
 Our land belorusckaya .
 It 's your mom ,
 This is my mother
 Our land belorusckaya .

And light , and easy to
 On my soul .
 I sigh deeply ,
 Repeating the words :
 This is my mother ,
 It 's your mom
 Our land belorusckaya .
 It 's your mom ,
 This is my mother
 Our land belorusckaya !