Текст песни Юлия Митько - Белая лавра

We will love to mountain monastery
And high, blue sky
Share Relics of Belarusian land,
On that your grandson was not.

Dry up streams and swamps chadyat,
A Krynica sing in full voice.
Among the weeping willows among Neman huts
Germinating life-giving ear.
 
Chorus:
My native land, white land,
Stork, like an angel over the Monastery.
Stand in the Cross, the Lord praying
On the ground of his suffering.

Here prayers of monks, as candles are lit,
Elisha guarding the monastery,
And with the icon of the Virgin looks view:
Come to my house, come.

The feat of faith monks washed century
God's spirit of enlightenment with us
And pull people like Niemen River,
By the beauty of our ancient Lavra.
 
Chorus:
My native land, white land,
Stork, like an angel over the Monastery.
Stand in the Cross, the Lord praying
On the ground of his suffering.