Плачет белая береза
У родимого окна.
Разлучил не час суровый.
Разлучила нас война.
Разлучил не час суровый.
Разлучила нас война.
Закружила, разбросала.
И беда на всех одна.
Доля добрая венчала.
Разлучила нас война.
Доля добрая венчала.
Разлучила нас война.
Сердце стонет, сердце плачет.
В нем обида, не вина.
Все могло бы быть иначе.
Разлучила нас война.
Все могло бы быть иначе.
Разлучила нас война.
Час придет, мы за Победу
Выпьем горького вина,
За любовь и за Победу,
Чтоб скорей пришла она!
За любовь и за Победу
Выпьем горького вина.
Плачет белая береза
У родимого окна.
Разлучил не час суровый.
Разлучила нас война.
Разлучил не час суровый.
Разлучила нас война.
Crying white birch
At the birthmark window.
Separated is not a harsh hour.
War has parted us.
Separated is not a harsh hour.
War has parted us.
Spin, scattered.
And the trouble is the same for everyone.
A good share was crowned.
War has parted us.
A good share was crowned.
War has parted us.
The heart is groaning, the heart is crying.
There is resentment in him, not fault.
It could have been otherwise.
War has parted us.
It could have been otherwise.
War has parted us.
The hour will come, we are for Victory
Let's drink some bitter wine
For love and for victory
So she came soon!
For love and for victory
Let's drink some bitter wine.
Crying white birch
At the birthmark window.
Separated is not a harsh hour.
War has parted us.
Separated is not a harsh hour.
War has parted us.
