Беларуская Народная Песня - Pagonya (Пагоня) | Belarusian Folk Song - Pahonia

Верш Максіма Багдановіча Музыка Міколы Куліковіча English translation; Whenever my anxious heart, trembling With fear for our land, starts to bleed, The Vostraja Gate I remember, And the warriors on their dread steeds. Flecked with white foam, those steeds, onward straining, Gallop and charge, grimly snort... Pahonia of Old Lithuania, No one can conquer them, stay them or halt. Into measureless distances flying, Behind you, before, years extend... After whom do ye chase, swiftly hieing, Where lie your