I love to come to the birch grove On a foggy morning in May
And to Talk softly with birches about the Victory in the glorious forty-fifth
In a slender birch I see a soldier Killed in an unequal battle
Once the Brave boys here stood to death in the order of battle
And in memory of the Great Victory The Nightingales sing in the woods today
And by the Eternal Flame the soldiers stand — The white-head veterans of that War.
Birch trees grow in memory of those soldiers,
And birch sap is transparent, like a tear
We got the credentials for ever for always remembering the Year of 45th.
While we are all here among the mighty birches
And sacredly honor the heroes of that War
We will receive a blessing from them
For being faithful soldiers of the country
And in memory of the Great Victory The Nightingales sing in the woods today
And in memory of the Great Victory The Nightingales sing in the woods today
And by the Eternal Flame the soldiers stand — The white-head veterans of that War.
And by the Eternal Flame the soldiers stand — The white-head veterans of that War.