White snow floats aloft the peaceful village,
Pigeons fly below the sky with haze.
The two names are engraved on the birch,
They swear they'll spend the life loving each other.
One day the flame of war burned to the hometown,
The lad took up arms and head for the frontier.
"Sweetheart, please don't worry about me,
Wait for my return in that grove of birch."
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The dark news arrived on that afternoon,
Her lover died in the distant battlefield.
Silently she came to the grove of birch,
and gazed at distance day after day.
She said he was just lost in the far,
He will surely come, come to this grove of birch.
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The long, long road was coming to its end,
The lass had been totally white-haired.
She could always hear his call by her bed,
"Come, my darling, come to this grove of birch."
She murmured before she passes away,
"I'm coming, wait for me, in that grove of birch."
Pigeons fly below the sky with haze.
The two names are engraved on the birch,
They swear they'll spend the life loving each other.
One day the flame of war burned to the hometown,
The lad took up arms and head for the frontier.
"Sweetheart, please don't worry about me,
Wait for my return in that grove of birch."
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The dark news arrived on that afternoon,
Her lover died in the distant battlefield.
Silently she came to the grove of birch,
and gazed at distance day after day.
She said he was just lost in the far,
He will surely come, come to this grove of birch.
The sky is still obscure, and pigeons are still flying,
Who shall bear witness to the loves and lifes without tombstone?
Snow is still floating, and the village is still peaceful,
Young peoples fade away in the grove of birch.
The long, long road was coming to its end,
The lass had been totally white-haired.
She could always hear his call by her bed,
"Come, my darling, come to this grove of birch."
She murmured before she passes away,
"I'm coming, wait for me, in that grove of birch."
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