Текст песни Эдуард Хиль - Берёзовый сок

As soon as the snowdrop bloom in time,
As soon will approach the first storm,
On the white trunks appears juice -
That cry of birch, the birch cry.

How often intoxicated by daylight,
I wandered at random on the spring duct
And the birthplace generously gave to drink me
Birch sap, birch juice.

Sacred memory by storing everything,
We remember the hills and country roads home.
We difficult service today bear
Away from Russia, away from Russia.

Where these fogs home side
And birch branches that bend over the plant,
There we'll certainly have to
Once back one day to return.

Reveal to us, Fatherland, its open spaces,
Treasured thicket open accidentally,
And just as a child, I watered
Birch sap, birch juice.