There's an old poplar tree in my baby's yard

An old poplar tree stands in my baby's yard, ; I go there every evening, its branch leans over me. ; Its leaves are thick, I have the language of the village on me. ; The little angel is angry, she won't sit on my lap. ; ; Last night I went to bed, I had such a bad dream, ; I wasted my little horse with its cloven feet, ; This dense round forest was also assigned to me, ; I vowed that I would not keep a lover in Vaika.