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Pahonia (Belarusian: Пагоня - Pursuit) is a Belarusian patriotic song based on the eponymous poem by Maksim Bahdanovič.
The poem Pahonia by Maksim Bahdanovič was written in 1916 in Minsk.[1] It was later translated into English by Vera Rich.[2]
During the interwar period, the youth of Western Belarus (at the time part of the Second Polish Republic) sang this poem to the tune of the French Marseillaise.[3]
The music was written by Belarusian composer and immigrant activist Mikalay Shchahlou-Kulikovich, who in the 1950s and 1960s released five musical albums in the United States which included his own compositions, covers of ethnic Belarusian songs, and songs to the works of various Belarusian poets. The song was originally meant to be sung a capella. Mikola Ravienski, Aliaksiej Turankoŭ [be-tarask] and Vladimir Mulyavin also made covers of this song as well as other Belarusian musicians and bands.[4] In the early 1990s, Shchahlou-Kulikovich’s version was considered as one of the options for the national anthem of the Republic of Belarus.[citation needed] In 2020, under the patronage of Anton Miaža a choral performance of the anthem was recorded with an orchestra accompaniment.[5]
Lyrics (Belarussian)
Толькi ў сэрцы трывожным пачую
За краiну радзiмую жах,
Успомню Вострую Браму святую
I ваякаў на грозных канях.
У белай пене праносяцца конi,
Рвуцца, мкнуцца i цяжка хрыпяць,
Старадаўняй Лiтоўскай Пагонi
Не разбiць, не спынiць, не стрымаць!
У бязмерную даль вы ляцiце,
А за вамi, прад вамi - гады.
Вы за кiм у пагоню спяшыце?
Дзе шляхi вашы йдуць i куды?
Мо яны, Беларусь, паняслiся
За тваiмi дзяцьмi наўздагон,
Што забылi цябе, адраклiся,
Прадалi i аддалi ў палон?
Бiце ў сэрцы iх - бiце мячамi,
Не давайце чужынцамi быць!
Хай пачуюць, як сэрца начамi
Аб радзiмай старонцы балiць.
Мацi родная, Мацi-Краiна!
Не ўсцiшыцца гэтакi боль.
Ты прабач, ты прымi свайго сына,
За Цябе яму ўмерцi дазволь!
Ўсё лятуць i лятуць тыя конi,
Срэбнай збруяй далёка грымяць…
Старадаўняй Лiтоўскай Пагонi
Не разбiць, не спынiць, не стрымаць
Lyrics (English)
As soon as I feel the terror
In my troubled heart for my native country,
I'll remember the sacred Sharp Gate
And the warriors on fearsome horses
The horses are sweeping past in the white foam
Rushing, dashing, and heavily panting
The ancient Lithuanian Pursuit
Shall not be broken, stopped or restrained
You're flying into a limitless endlessness
But there are bastard in front of and behind you,
Whom are you hurrying after
Where are your paths and where are they lying?
Maybe, Belarus, they have departed
After your children
That had forgotten, renounced you
Sold and forced you into captivity
Strike them in the hearts, strike them with swords
Don't let them be strangers,
Let them feel how the heart during nights
Pains for the homeland
Dear mother, mother Country
This pain shall not pass
You forgive, you accept your son
And let him die for you
Still those horses are flying and flying
Rattling with their silver armor in the distance
The ancient Lithuanian Pursuit
Shall not be broken, stopped or restrained
Негізгі бет Музыка Пагоня - Belarussian Folk Song
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