The month is shining, the clear month is shining,
And the stars are twinkling.
/ Mom does not let me walk
In the cherry garden. / 2
‒ Let me go, my mother,
I will not be there long.
/ The nightingale will sing –
I'll listen to him. / 2
‒ There's no point, my daughter,
There's no need for you this night.
/ Open the window in the garden –
Listen to him all the night. / 2
Still the roosters did not sing -
Daughter cried in her sleep.
/ Mother chose her son-in-law –
Daughter thought she did not. / 2
Both Miklos
Illya Fetysov
2017-05-06