Текст песни Белая - берёза

I planted a birch in the yard outside the window,
Became more elegant and more beautiful than our house was before.
The fresh morning wind trembles a little blue,
We parted with you at this birch.

Chorus:

We don't need to regret the past summer,
After all, there is still love in this world,
We don't need to feel sorry for us, let the thunderstorms rage,
After all, we still have a white birch,
After all, we still have a white birch ...
Our birch will turn green under the window
And it will remind us of the past, as before, later.
And the nightingales will sing in her tender branches,
Everything will be as before, but without our love.