Текст песни Дарья Анацко - Михаил Исаковский. Вишня

© Mikhail Isakovsky

On a clear noon, at the end of summer,
The old man was walking an expensive field;
Dug a young cherry somewhere
And, pleased, carried her home.

He looked with cheerful eyes
To the fields, to the far distance
And he thought: “Let me be a souvenir
I’ll plant cherries on the road.

Let the big, the big grow
Let it go both in breadth and in height
And decorating our road,
Every year bathes in bloom.

Travelers lie down in the shade
Relax in the cool, in the silence
And tasting juicy, ripe berries,
Maybe they will remember me.

But they don’t remember - what a shame, -
I don’t touch it at all:
They don’t want to - don’t remember, don’t do it, -
Anyway, I will plant cherries! ”

1940