Cherry orchard near the house,
Khrushchi buzz over the cherries,
Plowmen with plows go,

The girls sing as they go,
And mothers are waiting for dinner.
The family has dinner near the house,

The evening star rises.
Daughter serves dinner
And the mother wants to teach

So the nightingale does not give.
Mother put it near the house
My little children;

She herself fell asleep next to them.
Everything fell silent, only the girls
But the nightingale did not stop.