Текст песни Борис Моисеев - Плакучие березы

The more I wandered around the world
   The more I traveled
   But I see more clearly that there is no
   Earth dearer to me Russia
   Let not everything is as it should
   It's complicated for the umpteenth time
   Once again, I firmly believe in it
   As in the miraculous Savior
    
   Weeping Birch as the eternal questions
   Let the May thunderstorm sky, but the days are warmer
   Weeping Birch I whisper again through her tears
   What is still not too late in my homeland
    
   And in his London Fog
   And fashion around Paris
   They revealed to me as in the novel
   Comfort of their scenes and roofs
   But our Russian expanse
   Strait us hearts of others
   And we are there is always someone else's
   At the celebration of their life
    
   Weeping Birch as the eternal questions
   Let the May thunderstorm sky, but the days are warmer
   Weeping Birch I whisper again through her tears
   What is still not too late in my homeland