Текст песни Паршакова Т.М. - Под окном черемуха колышется

Under the window bird cherry sways
Dismissing its petals
Across the river the familiar voice is heard
Yes nightingales sing all night .

Her heart beat with joy
As warm as well in the garden
Wait for me , my joy , my sweet
I coveted hour I will come to you .

Oh why thee heart taken out
For whom is now a brilliant look
I'm not sorry I abandoned you
It is a pity that people talk a lot .

Outside the window, the bird cherry sways
The wind tears bird cherry sheets
Across the river is not much voice is heard
Do not sing there anymore nightingales .