Текст песни Татьяна Буланова - Белая береза

The silver poplar came to me again,
Rustles with foliage, says with me:
Oh, white birch, you have been sad for a long time,
Come, bow up Cudri on my shoulder
Oh, white birch, you have been sad for a long time,
Come, bow up Cudri on my shoulder

Oh, you are a sweet poplar, you don't stand under the window,
It’s better for my love about my love,
You don't sing, do not even go silver
You can't order me to love you

The evening whispers quietly - ash will not come -
He is bewitched in Ivushka networks,
Oh, white birch, do not be sad about it,
Although the heart hurts - let him go.
Oh, white birch, do not be sad about it,
Although the heart hurts - let him go.