Sasha Berg-air In the field a birch tree stood (Russian folk song)

In the field a birch tree stood
A curly birch tree in the meadow stood
Luli-luli, it stood there still
Luli-luli, it stood so still

In the field a birch tree stood
A curly birch tree in the meadow stood
Luli-luli, it stood there still
Luli-luli, it stood so still
No one came to bend its boughs
No one came to gather them
Luli-luli, to gather them
Luli-luli, to gather them

I will go and take a walk
Break a branch from that white birch
Luli-luli, break a branch
Luli-luli, break a branch

I will cut three slender twigs
Make from them three little pipes
Luli-luli, three little pipes
Luli-luli, three little pipes
And the fourth — a balalaika
And the fourth — a balalaika
Luli-luli, balalaika
Luli-luli, balalaika

I will go to the new porch
There I’ll start to play my tune
Luli-luli, play my tune
Luli-luli, play my tune
I will wake my old one up
Wake, my dear old man, arise!
Luli-luli, wake and rise
Luli-luli, wake and rise

Grey-bearded one, awake yourself
Here’s some water — wash your face
Luli-luli, wash your face
Luli-luli, wash your face
Here’s a towel — dry your cheeks
Here’s a spade — now say your prayers
Luli-luli, say your prayers
Luli-luli, say your prayers

In the field a birch tree stood
A curly birch tree in the meadow stood
I will cut three slender twigs
Make from them three little pipes
And the fourth — a balalaika
Luli-luli, balalaika