Текст песни Михаил Ножкин - Я в весеннем саду пил берёзовый сок

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I drank in the spring forest birch sap.
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With the beloved songstress slept in a haystack.
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That he had not saved. I loved - lost.
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I was dared s lucky, but luck did not know.

And bore me like an autumn leaf.
I changed the names, I changed the city.
I inhaled dust Overseas roads.
Where flowers do not smell, not a moon.

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

Cross out all life would be so from the beginning to start.
Fly to his beloved songstress.
But that's only learns whether the motherland
One of the missing sons.