Текст песни TELEFON - Берёза

Driving through a birch forest on a high
speed , merging trees white
fog. And it seems that travel along the smoke .
Birch leaves are turned by the wind .
On thin branches ring earrings . twitter
birds. Once the girls here were taken dance .
White tree trunk spotted by black strokes .
It cuts through the saw blade . Axe cuts
logs into chips . Strong hands throw them
in an oven and they burn . From pipe goes smoke.
White smoke with black flakes