Текст песни Партизан FM - Вишня

Under a wide window, under a high window
Snow-white cherry blossoms.
Past this cherry, past this hut,
The brave guy goes for the first time.

He looks out the window, he looks out the window -
You can't see anything behind the cherries.
Will step aside, ask about the girl,
He returns to the cherry again.

What is this cherry, what is this hut,
Who is this girl at the window?
What is it - there is no rest in the heart,
And there is one path?

I will go out into the open field and pick a chamomile,
I'll start guessing on a camomile:
"Tell me, chamomile, does Natasha love
Does she love, my dear? "

Under a wide window, under a high window
Snow-white cherry blossoms.
Past this cherry, right into this hut
The brave guy goes to get married.