Песня во поле берёза стояла минусовка

Little birch so lonely was standing In the field a curly one was standing Lonely, lonely was standing No one can cut up birchs branches No one can cut up its curly branches Lonely, lonely its standing Ill go into forest for a walk Ill cut up branches from the stalk Only three from the stalk I will make from them three whistles And go home through blooming thistles And go home with the music of my whistles