Текст песни Хор им Пятницкого - Загрустила березонька

The birch-birch is sad,
Over the river over the fast
The wind is violent, gusty
Broke the silver

Is it destined, birch,
You turn green with springs
Wash your face at dawn
Not tears, but dews

Oh you girlish heart, girlish heart
You carry a lot of thoughts
Sweetheart loved me
Yes I am pretty thrown

You became me, birch,
By the fate of your close
Like you, I am broken
Over the river over the fast

We are broken with you, birch,
Yes, we will not stay in trouble
On our tender land
Let's get better

In the spring you will be decorated
Again, noisy foliage,
So do I, my dear,
I will be happy again