Birch grew on the rock, on the rock
With silver leaves, silver leaves
I wanted to pull one, to pull one
All of them fell ringing
Who covered you birch, covered you,
With that green wool kerchief?
Mist, mist, morning dew, morning dew,
Spring rain, rain.
Birch, your bushy, your bushy
Branches goes to the ground
Sister, your beautiful adornment, beautiful adornment
Land is cleaning while walking, while walking.
I went through the silver grove, didn't broke a single branch
I went through the silver grove, didn't broke a single branch,
If I would've broke a branch then I would be silvery,
If I would've broke a branch then I would be silvery.