Текст песни Валерий Пак - Я люблю, когда шумят березы

BIRCH

I love it when a multitude of birch,
When the leaves fall from the birch trees.
Listen - and the tears run over
In his eyes, unaccustomed tears.

All wakes up in memory involuntarily,
It resounds in the heart and in the blood.
Will once joyful and painful,
If someone whispers of love.

Only the most wins prose,
Like the wind will blow gloomy days.
Because noise is the same birch
Over the grave of my mother.

In war, the father killed bullet
And we have in the village near the fence
With the wind and the rain rustled like a beehive,
That same yellow leaf ...

Russ, my love your birch!
From the first years I lived with them and grew.
Therefore tears run over
In his eyes, unaccustomed tears ...