Birches are women...
Birches are women -\nbelieve me!\nLives extinguished long ago, \nin an ancient century or even much before...\nAnd into our century the thrown back branches,\nwhere now we are leading the speech...\nBirches are women...\nAs a lumen...\nA thread that connects past and future -\nBirches are the white sutures...\nAnd sparingly joy is consumed by the fate...\nAnd plenty of tears are dropping uncounted...\nOn their shoulders there's glory and disgrace:\nOphelia,\nDelilah,\nYaroslava...\nThey would recognize themselves if they could...\nNot fast, not loud, but they would.\nTheir call is frozen and cold...\nThey are ruined by an ax or a knife,\nThey are crying at night\ntelling their memories and stories...\nTheir light discharges \nthe darkness of the forests.\nBirches are women...\nJust take a look\nThey're growing straight next to the brook,\nThey are not here -\nin parallel worlds...\nThey are laughing \ndecorating their hair with the ribbons...\nThey're celebrating our meeting...\nHow they celebrate!\nSolemnly heed, my dear, \ntheir voices,\ntheir laugh, their songs...\nMay their blessing be with us!\nBirches are the women of the Earth!..