Текст песни Петлюра - Белая Береза

I planted a birch tree in the courtyard outside the window,
He became more elegant and more beautiful than our house was before.
The fresh morning wind is trembling a little blue,
We parted with you at this birch.

We don’t have to regret the past summer
After all, there is still love in this world,
We shouldn’t regret, let thunder storms,
After all, we still have white birch,
After all, we still have white birch ...
After all, we still have white birch ...

Our birch will be green under the window
And about the past, as it will remind us later.
And in the branches of her tender nightingales will sing
Everything will be as before, but without our love.

We don’t have to regret the past summer
After all, there is still love in this world,
We shouldn’t regret, let thunder storms,
After all, we still have white birch,
After all, we still have white birch ...
After all, we still have white birch ...