The sour cherry grows on the tree in threes.
Song
1. The tree grows in threes, ; I have one wife. ; But even that one is too many, ; Sooner or later it will take me to the grave. ; ; 2. He is a strange creature of God, ; I tremble when he comes near me. ; I will do everything he asks, ; Yet the reward is always a rebuke. ; ; 3. Once, twice, he has done it, he has done it, ; My God, but I am in a good mood. ; But the devil still did not take him, ; It is so bad, the devil does not want it either.