Russian  Rustic Song by Michail Fatianov

On your porch every night

We stand  for a long time,

We are unable to part obvious

I whisper goodbye,

then I  walk, very shy

I walk until dawn past your dear windows.

And the gardens, and the fields,

And the flowers, and the earth,

And your blue widish eyes, hail-fellow,

They blossom not from sunny days,

And not from warm sunny rays,

But from our passionate and bright love,

If I need to walk all the roads and paths,

Those that lead straight to hippiness,

I will walk upon them, I will never forget them,

I love you so much dear

that you will never appear

Never, ever stop loving me then.