Текст песни муз. І.Красовського, сл. О.Бакуменка - Цвітуть абрикоси

From festive pink color
In the spring revives our garden,
Like bird song hereditary
In childhood returns back
Only vbrala willow delicate braids
And is heated in the garden land,
Together with his father planting apricots,
Hands der against prickly branches.

Chorus:
So many years of blooming apricots,
What was not in the river water,
Again lie on the ground swath, |
And the children pick fruit. | (2)

Again in the first rays of dew
A warm March, warm winter,
At age blossomed apricots,
And secretly snapped them cold.
And vbrala willow delicate braids
And is heated in the garden land,
Together with his father planting apricots,
Hands der against prickly branches.

Chorus. (3)