Lyrics and translation Любэ - Berezy

Berezy

Otchego tak v Rossii berezy shumyat?
Otchego belostvol'nye vse ponimayut?
U dorog, prislonivshis', po vetru stoyat
I listvu tak pechal'no kidayut.
Ya poydu po doroge - prostoru ya rad.
Mozhet, eto lish' vse, chto ya v zhizni uznayu,
Otchego tak pechal'nye list'ya letyat
Pod rubakhoyu dushu laskaya.
A na serdtse opyat' goryacho-goryacho
I opyat' i opyat' bez otveta,
A listochek s berezki upal na plecho,
On kak ya otorvalsya ot vetok.
Posidim na dorozhku, rodnaya, s toboy,
Ty poymi - ya vernus', ne pechal'sya, ne stoit.
I starukha makhnet na proshchan'e rukoy
I za mnoyu kalitku zakroet.
Otchego tak v Rossii berezy shumyat?
Otchego khorosho tak garmoshka igraet?
Pal'tsy vetrom po knopochkam v raz proletyat,
A poslednyaya, ekh, zapadaet.
A na serdtse opyat' goryacho-goryacho
I opyat' i opyat' bez otveta,
A listochek s berezki upal na plecho,
On kak ya otorvalsya ot vetok.
A na serdtse opyat' goryacho-goryacho
I opyat' i opyat' bez otveta,
A listochek s berezki upal...
On kak ya otorvalsya ot vetok.

Birches

Why do birches rustle so in Russia?
Why do the white-stemmed ones understand everything?
They stand by the roads, leaning against the wind
And they shed their leaves so sadly.
I'll go along the road - I'm glad of the space.
Maybe this is all I'll ever know in life,
Why are the leaves so sad flying
Caressing my soul under my shirt.
And in my heart again it's hot-hot
And again and again without an answer,
A leaf from a birch fell on my shoulder,
It broke off from the branches like me.
Let's sit on the road, my dear, with you,
You understand - I'll come back, don't be sad, it's not worth it.
And the old woman will wave her hand in farewell
And close the gate behind me.
Why do birches rustle so in Russia?
Why does the accordion play so well?
The fingers fly over the buttons in a flash,
And the last one, oh, lingers.
And in my heart again it's hot-hot
And again and again without an answer,
A leaf from a birch fell on my shoulder,
It broke off from the branches like me.
And in my heart again it's hot-hot
And again and again without an answer,
A leaf from a birch fell...
It broke off from the branches like me.