Текст песни Юрий Кирсанов - Я в весеннем лесу пил березовый сок...

I drank in the spring forest birch sap,
With the beloved songstress spent the night in a haystack,
Something lost names chtio found-not saved,
I was brave and lucky, and find it did not know ....

And I wore like an autumn leaf,
I changed the city, I have changed the names,
I breathe in the dust roads overseas,
Where did not smell the flowers, not the moon shone ...

And butts, I threw overboard into the ocean,
He cursed the beauty of the islands and seas,
And Brazilian malarial marshes mist
And wine taverns and longing camps ....

to cross out all life. Yes, first start ....
Fly to your beloved songstress ....
But that's only if the Motherland knows
One of the missing of his sons?

I drank in the spring forest birch sap,
With the beloved songstress spent the night in a haystack,
Something lost names chtio found-not saved,
I was brave and lucky, and find it did not know ....