Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Растет в Волгограде березка

GROWING IN VOLGOGRAD BEREZKA

Music G. Ponomarenko
Words by M. Agashin

You, too, was born in Russia ,
The edge of the field and forest .
We have every song - birch,
Birch under each window.
At each spring meadow -
Their white lively dance ...
But there Volgograd birch -
See - and heart freeze . *

She was brought from afar
In the region, where a multitude of grasses .
How hard it is accustomed
To fire the Volgograd land !
How long had she missed
On the bright forests in Russia ...
Lie beneath the birch guys
On this they have questions. **

The grass under the birch tree is straight -
None of the land did not get up .
But how does it need a soldier ,
Someone to grieve over it .
And wept as light as a bride
And remember - forever - as a mother !
You also born soldier -
Do you not understand that !

You, too, was born in Russia -
In the birch , nice edge ...
Now , where neither meet birch,
You remember my birch tree -
Her silent branches
Her patient sadness ...
Grows in Volgograd birch ...
Try it Forget !

Grows in Volgograd birch ...
Try it Forget !

1970