Song, Pesnyary, The Birch's Sap - Translation (Rus.)

Poem By Lyudmila Purgina

When snowdrops blossom
In early spring time,
When first rainstorms rattle loud in high sky,
A juice does appear on white birch's trunks,
So birches are crying - 2times
And frequently I, as if drunken,
strayed by
The spring streams alone disregarding of course,
And Motherland generous
was watering mine
With juice of a birch,
With juice of a birch.
In memory deep we do keep
All the sites,
All mountains blue and the lanes
Of the village.
We're serving today so far, so far
From our land,
Motherland so dear.
And where're the mists
of our native land side,
And branches of birch,
That decline over rivers.
To this site with you we should come, should return
One day and one time
And again while leaving.
Please, open your spaces,
Our dear land, home,
Your cosy thickets do open
Present us a juice, a juice of a birch
With generous smile,
which you favoured as previously.

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