Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Растет в Волгограде березка

GROWING IN VOLGOGRAD BEREZKA

Music Ponomarenko
Words by M. Agashin

You, too, was born in Russia,
Edge of field and forest.
We have every song - birch,
Birch under each window.
Each spring meadow -
Their white lively dance ...
But there Volgograd birch -
You'll see - and heart freeze. *

She was brought from far away
In the region, where a multitude of feather grass.
As it is difficult to get used
To fire the Volgograd land!
How long had she yearned
On the bright forests in Russia ...
Lying under the birch guys
This they have questions. **

The grass under the birch tree is straight -
None of the land did not get up.
But it should be a soldier,
Someone to grieve over it.
And I wept as light as a bride
And remember - forever - as a mother!
You also born soldier -
Do you not understand that!

You, too, was born in Russia -
In the birch, the edge of a pretty ...
Now, where will meet or birch,
You remember my birch -
Her silent branches
Her patient sadness ...
It grows in Volgograd birch ...
Try Forget it!

It grows in Volgograd birch ...
Try Forget it!

1970