And the love of a white birch tree bent,
lowered her branches like gray hair.
In the middle of life somehow inadvertently
I looked at the sky, dropped a tear.
I saw a world of childhood, love and happiness.
There and you shine, my star,
But you lit late or too early
This sky star, in this life.
You looked at me in love look
I became a bride, but we are not close.
You said crying again disappearing into the stars:
"In this world strange to start late."
I stand and look at this height I wanted,
I'm looking for my long-awaited star there.
I stand and look up, the stars are very snowy,
I'm looking for a star there, my most tender.
I ask and pray that you come back soon,
Will join us on the earth warme
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