Nyaklyayeu Song

What a sad song you’re singing, Belarus. Like corn flowers on the roadside, hardly growing.

Oh a white goose flew…
But to where was that white goose flying? When there are only grey geese flying in your skies.

From the frosty distance,
A sad melody is approaching
But even if my voice lets me –
I shall not continue that sad melody.

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