Текст песни Юлия Михальчик - Белая черемуха

White fragrant cherries
Generously bloomed in my land,
Just can not decide, I did,
I can not open my love.
I walk a winding path,
And the trees stand in the way.
Birds sing about you leaping,
I promise to find you.

White, bird cherry color -
This spring cheerful hello.
Let luck to the one who believes and is waiting!
To the heart of love always finds the way.
White cherries falling asleep,
Though snowflakes, grass.
Well, that suddenly I fell happiness,
Thy name his call.

With branches and petals fly vyuzhatsya,
They are now - try, catch up!
In the wind they dance, whirl,
Do not give me into the hands of them.