The Birch Trees
Why do the Birch trees in Russia susurrate?
Why do their white trunks understand everything?
Leaning on the winds by the road
They rustle sadly.
I'll gladly take the open road
Maybe that's all I'll ever know of life
Why do the sad leaves blow
caressing my soul?
My heart is longing again
But once again there's no answer
A birch leaf flutters and falls on my shoulder
Unbranched, just like me.
Let us sit for a while, before we part, my dear
Don't you know, I'll come back, don't be grieving.
The old woman waves goodbye,
She will close the gates when I leave.
Why do the Birch trees in Russia susurrate?
Why is the accordion so canorous?
Fingers moving swiftly like the wind
And the last one is sinking.
My heart is longing again
But once again there's no answer.
A birch leaf flutters and falls on my shoulder
Unbranched, just like me.