MATUSHKA ULTRAFUNK

Mother Earth, the white birch
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter
A crown of wildflowers, the flower in the morning dew
The nightingale’s song, a sip of birch sap
Listening to the silence, a desire to follow the path in the dense forest
Chatting with the birches about him and about love

Mother Earth, the white birch
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter
Mother Earth, oh, the white birch
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter

How many more years will I ask the cuckoo?
About my girlhood love, guessing on a daisy?
Cold spring water, fresh honey in the hives
In the dark night in the field, I’ll drown in the starry sky

Mother Earth, the white birch
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter
Mother Earth, oh, the white birch
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter

Mother Earth, for me, it’s Holy Russia
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter

Mother Earth, the white birch
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter
Mother Earth, oh, the white birch
For me, it’s Holy Russia, for others, it’s a splinter

Mother Earth
Mother Earth
For others, it’s a splinter