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Little birch so lonely was standing. In the field the curly one was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. No one can cut up birch's branches. No one can cut up the curly branches. Lonely, lonely standing. Lonely, lonely standing. I'll go into forest for a walk. I'll cut up the branches from the stock. Oh, me free from the stock. Oh, me free from the stock. I will make from them three whistles. And go home through blooming fucking sizzles. And go home with the music of my whistles. And go home with the music of my whistles. Yeah! Yeah! Little birch so lonely was standing. In the field the curly one was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. No one can up birch's branches. No one can cut up the curly branches. Lonely, lonely standing. Lonely, lonely standing. Yeah! Yeah! Спасибо, друзья!