Текст песни Олег Смолин - Шумят березы тихо

No birch birch over raids,
They noise at night near the camp ...
We are a hundred roads already protopali,
You do not judge us wrong ...

And tomorrow, the Kurgan is waiting again,
And height of neolithic terraces.
Listen to all, understand us correctly,
And do not judge about us skeptical.

Leave your city, throw it at least for the summer,
Forget about him, I knew something else I mean.
You do not condemn us wrong
Love our life stray.

And there will be stars over the excavations,
All night shine only for us two.
And by the fire through the glare scarlet,
You will see your eyes your friends ...