Текст песни Дарья Анацко - Михаил Исаковский. Вишня

© Mikhail Isakovsky

On a clear afternoon in late summer,
It was the old road field;
Young cherries dug somewhere
And, pleased, I carried her home.

He looked cheerful eyes
On the field, the far Mezhuyev
And I thought, "Let me in memory
We'll put a cherry road.

Let it grow big-very big,
Let him go and breadth and height
And the way our decorating,
Every year is bathed in color.

Travelers in the shadow of her prilyagut,
Relax in the cool, in silence,
And tasted juicy, ripe berries,
It may be remembered me.

And do not remember - What a shame -
I'm concerned about those not tuzhu:
Do not want - do not have to remember not -
Anyway, I'll put a cherry! "

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