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La-la, poplars swaying
The ground slipped right out from under me
La-la, poplars swaying
You kiss me, yet you do not love
La-la, poplars swaying
The ground slipped right out from under me
La-la, poplars swaying
You kiss me, yet you do not love
A birch tree in the field—that is Rus'
But I won't fall in love with you
I'll figure it out somehow
And I'll leave my sorrow behind
My dear, there's no need to panic
If only we could take a car down to the river
So that all our paths would vanish
So that no one could ever find us
And we just keep driving, rolling on—there is no end
I'm at the wheel, and you're the obstacle on the right
And let them shout that we're not a match
Just like back in college, skipping all our classes
La-la, poplars swaying
The ground slipped right out from under me
La-la, poplars swaying
You kiss me, yet you do not love
La-la, poplars swaying
The ground slipped right out from under me
La-la, poplars swaying
You kiss me, yet you do not love
A young girl fell for a simple boy
Oh—three rubles in his pocket, and a ticket from Rostov
She drew little hearts in her diary with a pen
But her soul ached—a young girl with no ring upon her finger
She gave her kisses without love—young and foolish
No matter who she looked at, it all felt wrong and hazy
A kind young fellow, a lad from the provinces
He brought a bouquet of white roses—and a love that came with a tax stamp
La-la, poplars swaying
The ground slipped right out from under me
La-la, poplars swaying
You kiss me, yet you do not love
La-la, poplars swaying
The ground slipped right out from under me
La-la, poplars swaying
You kiss me, yet you do not love