lyric guerrilla


I remember cherry glowed and swayed,
Sun overheated in the garden.
So you say when saying goodbye:
"Wherever you are, I'll find you."

Only the dream that has long passed:
Pausing the song battle,
Mnitsya fused to the cannon roar
your voice, dear forever.

And now, as the cherries are first,
Rdyanymi from the sun and heat.
As always, I am looking for you everywhere,
And I want you to find me. 1938