Текст песни Агранович Евгений - Я в весеннем лесу пил березовый сок

I drank in the spring forest birch sap,
With the beloved songstress spent the night in a haystack ...
What did - lost what he loved - not sberёg,
I was brave and lucky, but luck did not know.

And it bores me, like an autumn leaf.
I changed the city and changed the name,
I inhale dust Overseas roads
Where did not smell the flowers, the moon did not shine.

And I cigarette butts thrown overboard into the ocean,
He cursed the beauty of the islands and seas,
And Brazilian malarial swamps fog
And the 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 his sons disappeared?

I drank in the spring forest birch sap ...

1954