Виктор Петлюра - Белая береза
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I planted a birch in the courtyard outside the window became more elegant and more beautiful than our house was before.
The fresh morning wind trembles a little blue, we parted with you at this birch.

We do not need to regret the departed summer, because there is still love in the world,
We don’t have to regret it, let the thunderstorms rage, because we still have a white birch,
After all, we still have a white birch ...

Our birch will be green under the window and about the past, as before we will remind us later.
And in the branches of her tender nightingales will be beaten by everything as before, but without our love.

We do not need to regret the departed summer, because there is still love in the world,
We don’t have to regret it, let the thunderstorms rage, because we still have a white birch,
After all, we still have a white birch ...
We do not need to regret the departed summer, because there is still love in the world,
We don’t have to regret it, let the thunderstorms rage, because we still have a white birch,
After all, we still have a white birch ...
We do not need to regret the departed summer, because there is still love in the world,
We don’t have to regret it, let the thunderstorms rage, because we still have a white birch,
After all, we still have a white birch ... After all, we still have a white birch ...