Текст песни Михаил Михайлов - Я в весеннем саду пил березовый сок

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I drank in the spring forest birch sap.
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With the beloved songstress I spent the night in a haystack.
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What had not saved. What love - lost.
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Was I dared s lucky, but luck did not know.

And I wore like an autumn leaf.
I changed the names, I changed the city.
I inhale dust Overseas roads.
Where not smell the flowers, not the moon shone.

And I cigarette butts thrown overboard into the ocean.
Cursed the beauty of the islands and seas.
And Brazilian malarial swamps fog.
And wine taverns, and the longing of the camps.

Cross out all life would be so from the beginning to start.
Fly to his beloved songstress.
But that's only learns whether the motherland
One of the missing sons.