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Birch, birch, two hundred years make a noise
   And the time has come and you've grown .
   Birch, this you can see for the first time
   Dried branches as gray beard .
   Yellowing leaves rustle in trouble ,
   And you, as an old woman , standing beside the road .
   You stand at the crossroads slouch ,
   Around rise dochki- birches .
   Throwing on the shoulders of green shawl ,
   Girly differ in long distance.
   Running in all directions, marching in rows,
   Are you talking about with the winds .
    
   Birch, birch, getting old , yearning .
   November nor forsake you and such .
   In the spring , as before, to you ustremlyayus-
   So vernal sometimes returns stork,
   Taking care of children , with updating
   Birch, birch, forever dear