Текст песни Алла Пугачева и ВИА Песняры - Березовый сок

As soon as the snowdrop bloom in time,
As soon will approach the first thunderstorm.
On the white trunks appears juice
That cry of birch, the birch cry.

How often intoxicated by the light of the day
I wandered at random on the spring duct.
And the birthplace generously gave to drink me
Birch sap, birch sap.

Sacred memory by storing everything
We remember the hills and country roads home.
We now assume the difficult service
Away from Russia, away from Russia.

Where these fogs home side
And birch branches that bend over the plant.
There we'll certainly have,
Once back one day to return.

Discover our Fatherland expanse of their own,
Treasured thicket open accidentally,
And just as a child, I drink,
Birch sap, birch sap.