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On the road stands a tree,it stands bent and deserted,All the birds of that treehave flown away.Turn toward the west, turn toward the east, And the rest - turn toward the south, And the tree is left aloneabandoned to the storm.I say to momma--"Listen, If you don't stand in my way, then, one and two, I'll quickly become a bird...I'll sit in the tree And lull it during the winter and comfort it With a lovely tune.And momma says, "No, child," And weeps bitter tears -G-d forbid, in the treeyou might freeze.So I say, "Momma, it's a wasteof your lovely eyes, Because before you know it, I'll be a bird." And momma cries: - Itzik, my Crown, As G-d would want, take a scarf with you, Lest you catch cold. "Put on your galoshes, It will be a severe winter. And take your fur hat, too. Woe is me! "And take your warm underwear, put it on, foolish child, Lest you become a guestamong the dead...I lift my wing, but it's hard... Too much, too many things Has momma put onher weak little fledgling. I look sadly straight forwardinto my momma's eyes,Her love did not allow meto become a bird...On the road stands a tree,it stands bent and deserted,All the birds of that treehave flown away.