Текст песни Александр Малинин - Берёзовый сок

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

And I wore like an autumn leaf,
I changed the city, I have changed the names,
I swallowed dust roads overseas,
Where did not smell the flowers, not the moon shone ...

And butts, I threw overboard into the ocean,
Cursing the beauty of the islands and seas,
And Brazilian malarial marshes mist
And wine taverns, and the longing camps ...

to cross out all life, but first start ...
Fly to his beloved songstress ....
But that's only if the Motherland knows
One of their sons missing?

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