Текст песни Анна Герман - Береза

Birch, birch, rustled for two hundred years,
And the time has come, and you have grown old.
Birch, this is the first time I see you
Dried branches, like gray hair.
The yellowed leaves rustle in alarm,
And you, like an old woman, stand by the road.
You are standing stooped at the crossroads
Daughters, birches, are rising all around.
Throwing green shawls on my shoulders,
The little girls go far away.
Running scattered, walking in rows
They talk about you with the winds.

Birch, birch, you grow old, yearning.
But I will not leave you and such.
In the spring, as before, I rush to you -
So the stork sometimes returns in the spring,
Taking care of children, renewing the nest
Birch, birch, forever dear