A seeded poplar tree stands in the courtyard of a little angel.
Song
1. In the courtyard of my little angel stands a big poplar tree, ; I walk by it 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. ; ; 2. In the evening I go to bed, to dream beautiful dreams, ; To forgive my little horse with short legs. ; This dense, round forest was also assigned to me, ; I vowed, little angel, that I will not keep a lover.