Текст песни Иосиф Кобзон - 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, getting drunk on a clear day
I wandered at random on the spring duct
And Homeland generously gave to drink Men
Birch sap, birch sap.

Cherished memory stores everything
We remember the hills and country roads home,
We now assume the difficult service
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 inadvertently -
And just as before, get me drunk
Birch sap, birch sap!
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