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.
I listen - and tears run over
Eyes, unaccustomed tears.

All wake up in memory involuntarily,
Resound in the heart and in the blood.
Will be once joyful and painful,
If someone whispers of love.

Only the most wins prose,
As if the wind blows gloomy days.
After all, the same noise birch
Over the grave of my mother.

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

Russ, my love your birch!
From the first years I lived with them and grew.
Because tears and run over
Eyes, unaccustomed tears ...