Old birch stands on side of the road.
It feels all uneasy and mourning.
In spring from its wounds juice was bleeding,
And branches were injured and bole.

Dumb, blind and deaf – it’s unconscious
This birch wants in life really nothing.
Exactly, it’s sure, it knows
Some people have soul malicious.

And now let’s think of mischief.
The birch is forgotten and dead.
Don’t close your eyes, don’t forget
About done evil wholeheartedly regret.