MATUSHKA ULTRAFUNK
satirin
MOTHER ULTRAFUNK
Mother Earth, white birch tree
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
A wreath of wildflowers, a flower in the morning dew
Nightingales sing their tune, a sip of birch sap
Listening to the silence, wandering through the thick woods
Chatting with the birches about him and about love
Mother Earth, white birch tree
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
Mother Earth, oh, white birch tree
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
How many more years do I have to ask the cuckoo
About my girlhood love, to guess on a daisy?
Cold spring water, fresh honey in the comb
In the dark of the night, I’ll drown in the starry sky
Mother Earth, white birch tree
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
Mother Earth, oh, white birch tree
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
Mother Earth, for me — Holy Russia
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
Mother Earth, white birch tree
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
Mother Earth, oh, white birch tree
For me — Holy Russia, for others — just a thorn
Mother Earth
Mother Earth
For others — just a thorn
