Текст песни Юрий Кирсанов - Я в весеннем лесу пил березовый сок...

I drank in the spring forest birch sap,
With the beloved songstress slept in a haystack,
What exactly-lost-found chtio not saved,
I was brave and lucky and find it did not know ....

And bore me like an autumn leaf,
I changed the city, I changed the names,
I inhaled dust Overseas roads
Which did not smell the flowers, the moon did not shine ...

And butts I threw overboard into the ocean,
Cursed the beauty of the islands and seas,
And Brazilian malarial swamps fog
And wine taverns and longing camps ....

As applicable to life. Yes, first start ....
Fly to his beloved songstress ....
But that's only learns whether the Motherland,
One of the missing her sons?

I drank in the spring forest birch sap,
With the beloved songstress slept in a haystack,
What exactly-lost-found chtio not saved,
I was brave and lucky and find it did not know ....