Текст песни Александр Малинин - 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
What did - lost, that I found - not saved
I was brave and lucky, but luck did not know
And it bores me as autumn leaf
I changed the city, I changed names
I Naglatalsya dust roads Overseas
Where did not smell the flowers, the moon did not shine
And butts, I threw overboard into the ocean
Cursing the beauty of the islands and seas

And Brazilian malarial swamps fog
Drunk noise taverns and longing camps
Cross out all life would begin again yes
Fly to his beloved songstress
But just know you
Motherland
One of their sons missing
I drank in the spring forest birch sap
With the beloved songstress spent the night in a haystack
What did - lost, that I found - not saved
I was brave and lucky, but luck did not know.