Текст песни Евгений Дятлов - Я в весеннем лесу пил березовый сок

I'm in spring forest

I drank in the spring forest birch sap
With the beloved songstress spent the night in a haystack
What he had lost a loved not sberёg
I was brave and lucky but luck did not know
And I wore like an autumn leaf
I changed I changed city names
I inhale dust Overseas roads
Where did not smell the flowers are not shining moon
And I cigarette butts thrown overboard into the ocean
Cursing the beauty of the islands and seas
And the Brazilian forests malaria fog
Darkness taverns and longing camps
to cross out all life and at first start
to fly back to his songstress
But know whether the old Motherland
One of their sons missing
I drank in the spring forest birch sap
With the beloved songstress spent the night in a haystack
What did not like that he had lost sberёg
I was brave and lucky but luck did not know