Lyrics Віктар Шалкевіч - Смутны беларускі блюз

Who once invented
And I sang for the first time
This vague Belarusian blues?
Today it is the blues
Sings, from work on the run
Every third Belarusian usual ...

Home runs with a plow plowman
On the street singing a song a girl
In the sky Eaglets fly high.
Troubles Belarusian blues ...
Be healthy, live richly,
And we left the United States,
Again neighbor was not allowed into Canada.
Troubles Belarusian blues ...

Oh you, calloused hands,
Jobs You May Daily
Oh you, vague Belarusian blues ...
It is difficult to rye, miserable.
To who, zdetstsa money brought a cart.
Where there! .. Troubles Belarusian blues ...

How hard to smoke and dust the streets!
Wither under the sun and dry alleys.
Again neighbor was not allowed into Canada ...
Troubles Belarusian blues ...

Home ... whether sober or drunk.
Home ... with sorrow and obediently.
Home ... from Brooklyn or Manhatanu.
Troubles Belarusian blues ...

Citizens, I look,
Phnutstsa with bags across the border.
Oh you, vague Belarusian blues ...
I'm home - forever
I go nowhere, and so:
Where I was born - there is going to die ...
Troubles Belarusian blues.