Russian Red Army Choir - The Birch Tree 

All the better to pop a couple western spies/normies that dare to walk into the motherland!

This was a musical film, in which they made a silent film at the location and dubbed the sound in the studio.

Off course.

😄😄😄

11 years late, but he did!

@@idkheheidk1480 its deimose here just a different account

Yes, you are right

I’d hate to be an (Cough) American (cough) soldier in his Abrams in that forest )

This was a musical film, in which they made a silent film at the location and dubbed the sound in the studio. But it is amazing regardless.

BEAUTIFUL

Little birch so lonely was standing In the field a curly one was standing Lonely lonely was standing Lonely lonely was standing No one can cut up birch’s branches No one can cut up its curly branches Lonely lonely it’s standing Lonely lonely it’s standing I’ll go into forest for a walk I’ll cut up branches from the stalk Only three from the stalk Only three from the stalk I will make from them three whistles And go home through blooming thistles And go home with the music Of my whistles and go home With the music of my whistles Yeah yeah yeah Little birch so lonely was standing In the field a curly one was standing Lonely lonely was standing Lonely lonely was standing No one can cut up birch’s branches No one can cut up its curly branches Lonely lonely it’s standing Lonely lonely it’s standing Yeah yeah yeah Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh uh-uh-uh Распечатать

Could you send your video with this song. I would love to listen it. Thanks in advance

אני מישראל אבל אבא שלי מבולגריה תמיד שר לי את השיר הזה בילדותי כולל הפזמון בלי טעויות

@андрей андреев Outstanding!

Скажи спасибо что всех вас не переребили!!!

Nicholas Gres

Little birch so lonely was standing In the field a curly one was standing Lonely lonely was standing Lonely lonely was standing No one can cut up birch’s branches No one can cut up its curly branches Lonely lonely it’s standing Lonely lonely it’s standing I’ll go into forest for a walk I’ll cut up branches from the stalk Only three from the stalk Only three from the stalk I will make from them three whistles And go home through blooming thistles And go home with the music Of my whistles and go home With the music of my whistles Yeah yeah yeah Little birch so lonely was standing In the field a curly one was standing Lonely lonely was standing Lonely lonely was standing No one can cut up birch’s branches No one can cut up its curly branches Lonely lonely it’s standing Lonely lonely it’s standing Yeah yeah yeah Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh Uh-uh uh-uh-uh Распечатать

Николай Гресь