isakovsky wrote for this song, he is in evacuation, feels victory approaching raisa shcherbakova willpple tree blooms, there is no better moment. you, when my dear one walks, as soon as i see, as soon as i hear, everything in me speaks, my whole soul is on fire, my whole soul is on fire, my whole soul is on fire, my whole soul. will sunbathe, we will look into each other’s eyes, we will intertwine our hot hands and we don’t know where, we ourselves seem to be lying drunk, the gardens around us are turning white, so the soot may is pushing. it’s such a month in the sky, even to collect needles, to knead for snow, to wipe away very milk, we will come along those paths where the grass is not cut, where we tear ourselves out of our hearts. unforgettable words follow, the accordion plays across the river, it floods, then it freezes, there is no better light, when the apple tree blooms, there is no better light. what when does it bloom? how lucky are you, san sanovich, to meet this little girl? thank you, thank you, thank you, reference, close, now acquaintances in the volgoda region, in ar