Текст песни Влад Сташевский - Яблоки медовые

1) It was as if my soul out
That apple tree grew,
Light apples on it,
They were without number
And I hurried to her childhood,
As soon as the dawn rises,
Apple nods in response,
I am giving me an apple.
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Apples honey, white-white,
Apples honey, ripe-ripe,
The morning chill as if bewitched,
Most apples are sweet honey.
The morning chill as if bewitched,
Most apples are sweet honey.
2) I do not forget bye hour
In the light of bright stars,
When the girl for the first time
I brought apples.
Under the shade of gentle branches
We met a dawn,
She said that tasty
In the light of the apples there.
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3) No more of my apple trees,
Honey apples there,
But I dream in the darkness of night,
That wedding color.
I once again alone with her,
As in the days of former love,
She hands me
All their apples.
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