Oh, under the cherry tree,
Under the green cherry
An old man set next a young luster,
Which likes a berry cluster.
And she begged,
And she prayed:
– Let me go, ancient old
To the street for a walk.
– Oh, I would not go myself,
And I won’t let you go else.
You want me, the old glume,
Only to leave me to my doom.
Oh, don’t leave me beside,
You\'re my only comfort,
On some alien side.
At an evil hour!
I shall buy you a house,
And big green mows,
And a mill, and a pond,
And a cherry orchard.
– I don’t want a house,
Or any big mows,
Or a mill, or a pond,
Or a cherry orchard!
Oh, you, ancient old,
You bent like a bow,
And I’m young girl -
I’m happy for a walk.
Let you will perish, perish,
You, old bones as rotten cherry!
Do not not crush, don’t dry
My youth is in spite.
Oh, you are old - kahi, kahi!
I am young - laughy laughy!
Oh, you are old, I am young,
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