It’s called "White Birch".
I am caressing my golden hair.
I am stroking my golden braid. Pensive gaze
Look at the white birch above our heads
Listen to the birches above us
Whispering all night long
Березы, березы,
Little white birch, little white birch
родные березы не спят.
The little white birch rustles in the forest
Быть может, они напевают
Maybe it is singing that spring
знакомую песню весны,
Spring is familiar The song is rippling
быть может, они вспоминают
Maybe it reminds me of that year again
суровые годы войны.
Reminiscent of the grim times of the war.
Березы, березы,
Little white birch, little white birch
родные березы не спят.
The little white birch rustles in the forest
Неужто свинцовой метелью,
Could it be the fire set off by guns and cannons
земля запылает окрест,
will burn on the earth again
< p>и снова в солдатских шинелях,Could it be that young people put on military uniforms
ребята уйдут от невест?
I have to leave home and go to the front again
Березы, березы,
Little white birch, little white birch
родные березы не спят.
The little white birch rustles in the forest
Я трогаю русые косы,
I caressed my golden braids
ловлю твой задумчивый взгляд.
Facing your thoughtful gaze
< p>Не спятпод Москвою березы,White birches are whispering in the suburbs of Moscow
в Париже каштаны не спят.
The rustling of Paris chestnut trees
< p>Березы, березы,Little white birch, little white birch
родные березы не спят.
The little white birch rustles in the forest
But The "White Birch Tree" you are talking about is obviously not this one, but another one created by the Chinese.