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Yolochka's Call 2 by Nikolay

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Yolochka's Call 2

Folk,female vocals

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Yolochka born where birches bow,
Moonlight braided in the hollow's mouth.
Fox prints running past a cold spring's rim,
She learned the language of wind and limb.
A hollow birch held an old, soft song,
A blue-inked star carved small and long.
She walked by moss and the spidered trail,
Counting sap and stories in the pale.
[Pre-Chorus]
But the pines all listened when the distant bell
Said the world beyond might not be well.
A hush, a tremor, a choice in the grove,
A breath between what she loved and what she owed.
[Chorus]
Yolochka, green heart, wild and small,
Roots run deep — she answers the call.
Wind in her hair, sky in her eyes,
Yolochka, where the wild survives.
[Verse 2]
One spring a ribbon warned by a birch's seam,
Steel on the horizon like a half-remembered dream.
She found a sapling scorched, a fox's paw in clay,
A map with a cross that marked a clearing far away.
Her knuckles white as river stones that night,
She pressed her palm to bark beneath the fading light.
The forest breathed through pine and leaf and root,
A quiet barter whispered in the flute.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
She felt the hillside tighten, heard the elders say,
"To keep the green you might have to go away."
A small compass swung inside her chest,
An answer forming where the wild had rest.
[Chorus]
Yolochka, green heart, wild and small,
Roots run deep — she answers the call.
Wind in her hair, sky in her eyes,
Yolochka, where the wild survives.
[Bridge]
I will not watch my home turn to ash, she vowed,
I will carry seed and story beyond the cloud.
So she took the ribbon, packed a single seed,
Left a hollow candle, and followed the need.
Her feet learned the language of meadow and road,
Trading the comfort of root for the heavy load.
A sacrifice of stillness, a promise made aloud:
To plant a tomorrow where the saws were proud.
[Final Chorus]
Yolochka, green heart, now standing tall,
Roots run deep — she answers every call.
Wind in her hair, sky in her eyes,
Yolochka, the wild will rise.
[Outro]
Born in the birch and carried down the line,
A ribbon, a seed, a story braided fine.
Wherever wind finds trouble, she will go,
Yolochka walks — the forest goes with her slow.