Текст песни О.Арсеньев - Я в весеннем лесу пил берёзовый сок

I drank in the spring forest birch sap,
With the beloved songstress slept in a haystack ...
What did - lost that love - not sberёg,
I was brave and lucky, but luck did not know.

And bore me, like an autumn leaf.
I changed the city and changed names,
I inhaled dust Overseas roads
Which did not smell the flowers, the moon did not shine.

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

As applicable to all life and start from the beginning,
Fly to my beloved songstress!
But that's only learns whether the Motherland
One of the missing her sons?

I drank in the spring forest birch sap ...