Текст песни Марина Девятова - Яблонька

In the woods alone, no one can see
Not Alder not pine without berёzonka.
Ripe apples full I stand, and the moon
I hear the leaves of my bitter slёzonki.
 
She was born to garden and under the sun lived,
Yes, in the arms of caring hands.
But, you see, unfortunately a severe haze,
Ruthless thicket around.
 
As if in a dark captivity, thin branches pull
I'm hoping that the sun will appear.
And modest, simple, ripe harvest my
Suddenly, to taste someone would.
 
She was born to garden and under the sun lived,
Yes, in the arms of caring hands.
But, you see, unfortunately a severe haze,
Ruthless thicket around.
 
I hear the voice of spring, I see sweet dreams:
As if the war with a cute back,
To tight hug to raise to the sky,
To apple tree to listen longer.
 
She was born to garden and under the sun.