Текст песни Про березовый сок - Как часто пьянея Средь ясного дня Я брел наугад

As soon as the snowdrop
   It dissolves in time
   As soon nearer
   The first storm
   On the white trunks
   It appears juice
   That weeping birch
   That weeping birch
    
   How often getting drunk
   On a clear day
   I wandered at random
   According to spring ducts
   And Homeland generously
   Poila me
   Birch sap
   Birch sap
    
   Cherished memory
   Keeping all
   We remember the hills
   And native country roads
   We have a difficult service
   Today bear
   Away from Russia
   Away from Russia
    
   Where the fog
   First hand
   And birch branches
   With over creek bend
   There we are with you
   Be sure to have
   Once back
   Once back
    
   Discover our Fatherland
   The vast expanses of their
   Treasured thicket
   Open inadvertently
   And, just as before
   Me drunk
   Birch sap
   Birch sap