Текст песни Ольга Братчина - Берёзка

At our house, a birch is growing,
How did I go to her 18th year,
Once my friend, that she is dear and sweet,
Playfully broke a branch of a birch.
I cried bitterly beside her
So will you not ruin my happiness?
What are you talking about, what are you worried about friend
The alarm did not come to her suddenly!
He called me stupid and sweet
Bandaged a birch with a handkerchief.
At a distant outpost he serves
Swears love from the heights of the border
And in every letter there are such words
Is the birch alive, of course alive
Carry a watch service calmly
You come, ask my birch,
She will tell you that you didn’t hear her,
Neither the sounds of the accordion, nor the sighs of the guys,
She will tell, girlishly light,
How I yearned, how truly I waited ....