Far beyond the river ROS curly maple,
In the white birch was the maple in love.
And when over the forest, the wind calmed down,
He birch quietly sang a song:

«White birch, I love you.
Well stretch branch me thin.
Without love, without affection gone, I.
White birch, you, my love».

And she [bad word] leaves:
«I have a good wind field».
And from the words of these gray maple trembling,
Only birch quietly sang a song:

«White birch, I love you.
Well stretch branch me thin.
Without love, without affection gone, I.
White birch, you, my love».

One day the wind heard
Terrible, horrible force it on maple attacked.
And in the unequal fight fell curly maple,
Only be heard through a faint moan:

«White birch, I love you.
Well stretch branch me thin.
Without love, without affection gone, I.
White birch, you, my love».