Текст песни Вероника Агапова - Две берёзки

Two birch trees by the road
Two lonely soldiers
The sun has set behind the village
Only they are sad.
In the house cuckoo walkers
Yes, crumpled pillows
On the bench at the gate
The accordion is not waiting for anyone.
Etc. Sad birches at the porch
And not a word or a scribbler,
And for two, one trouble
Wormwood and quinoa.
Two birches by the road
Two sad little sisters
Like candles are standing
Waiting for their soldiers from the war.
Nobody in the world
Only one wind walker
Thin branches oppress
Yes, it does not.
Etc. Sad birches at the porch
And not a word or a scribbler,
And for two, one trouble
Wormwood and quinoa.
Etc. Sad birches at the porch
And not a word or a scribbler,
And for two, one trouble
Wormwood and quinoa.
Indian summer flies away
Two birches freeze
Girlfriends at the temples
Cobwebs in the hair.
And the winter frost is getting closer,
Darker and darker than the night
And the window doesn’t go out,
And there are no loved ones and no.
Etc. Sad birches at the porch
And not a word or a scribbler,
And for two, one trouble
Wormwood and quinoa.
And for two, one trouble
Wormwood and quinoa