Текст песни Александр Малинин - Я в весеннем лесу пил березовый сок

I drank in the spring forest birch sap
With the beloved songstress slept in a haystack
What did - lost , found that - not saved
I was brave and lucky , but luck did not know
And bore me like an autumn leaf
I changed the city, I changed the names
I Naglatalsya dust roads Overseas
Which did not smell the flowers , not the moon glistened
And butts I threw overboard into the ocean
Cursing the beauty of islands and seas

And Brazilian malarial swamps fog
Drunk noise taverns and longing camps
Cross out all life would begin again yes
Fly to his beloved songstress
But that's only learns whether
The Motherland
One of their sons missing
I drank in the spring forest birch sap
With the beloved songstress slept in a haystack
What did - lost , found that - not saved
I was brave and lucky , but luck did not know.