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.
The white birch is crying
At the dear window.
It was not a harsh hour that separated them.
The war separated us.
It was not a harsh hour that separated them.
The war separated us.
Spun, scattered.
And the trouble is the same for all.
A good share was crowned.
The war separated us.
A good share was crowned.
The war separated us.
The heart groans, the heart cries.
He is offended, not guilty.
Everything could be different.
The war separated us.
Everything could be different.
The war separated us.
The hour will come, we are for Victory
Let's drink bitter wine
For love and for Victory,
So that she comes soon!
For love and for Victory
Let's drink some bitter wine.
The white birch is crying
At the dear window.
It was not a harsh hour that separated them.
The war separated us.
It was not a harsh hour that separated them.
The war separated us.
