Текст песни Юлия Цезарь - Белая Береза

A curly maple grew by the quiet river
That maple was in love with white birch.
And when the wind died down over the river
He hummed this song to the birch tree:

White birch, I love you!
Give me your thin branch.
I disappear without love, without affection,
White birch, you are my love.

And she playfully rustles the foliage:
"I have a sweet one - the field wind!"
And from these words the poor maple wilted,
All the same, birch sang a song:

White birch, I love you ...

But one day the wind heard a song.
With an evil terrible force, he attacked the maple.
And in an unequal battle, a curly maple fell,
It was only heard through a faint groan:

White birch, I love you ...