"Russian windows"

Lyudmila Romanova

The bird cherry sways under the window
Showering her petals ...
A familiar voice is heard across the river
Yes, the nightingales sing all night.

Oh, you, song, song of the nightingale,
What a soul you take!
After all, a long path leads to love:
I fell a little behind, and you won't get there at all ...

And if you get there, you won't breathe out of happiness
From tender confessions, from love,
Then let the bird cherry sway,
And the nightingales sing all night.

The girl's heart beat with joy ...
How fresh, how good it is in the garden!
Wait for me, my sweet, my sweet,
I will come to you at the cherished hour.

B. Timofeeva