The sprig of the white apple-tree -
I carry it with all its odour.
That girl is so brave and sweet,
And that is why I love her so.
With the one like me - fell in love,
So strong - without fear or blaming,
Without money, house, cars.
And that means she is good and clever.
After all, I will become rich,
Since I can give her any present.
As for the first time - every spring
I'll bring to her apple-tree's fragrance.
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