Текст песни Дулов, Красовская - Черёмуха белая

Oh, cherries white,
Scattered on May.
I do not do it ,
Let him all broken off .

Anyway, damned
Spun , zadurmanit ,
Without roads , as if drunk ,
In their jungle lure .

Wicked Kipen odorous
Through edge boils ,
Only the heart izmuchal
And increases in the wind .

Do not save it by force ,
No greeting , no word ,
How sweet dissolute
From the evil opponent .