Текст песни Георгий Колдун - Слуцкия ткачыхи

From native cornfields, from home
In the manor house for the sake of beauty
They dispossessed, taken
Weave gold belt.

And for a long time,
Maiden forgotten dreams,
Its wide fabrics
On the way they weave pyarsitski.

And behind the wall laughs field
Ziyae sky outside the window -
And thoughts strive involuntarily
There, where the spring bloom,

Where grain shine in clear distance,
Many blue cornflowers cute,
Cold silver shine wave
Between the mountains liyuchaysya river.

Darkens edge notched boron ...
And weaves, forgetting hand
Instead pyarsitskaga pattern
Tsvyatok Homeland cornflower.