Oh, the viburnum blooms in the field, by the stream,

A young boy lingers, always in my dream.

I fell for that boy – to my own despair,

I… I… can’t confess it, words just aren’t there…

He lives on, not knowing anything at all,

That one girl is lifting her hidden wall,

And the blossoms fall from the viburnum tree,

But the lo-lo-love of the girl will never cease to be…

And the lo-lo-love of the girl grows stronger every day,

How can I-I-I ever find the right words to say?

I wa-wa-walk around but my lips still stay dumb,

My dear, my darling, won’t you guess where it’s from?..

My ha-ha-hands are shaking, while my voice won’t speak,

My heart in the rhythm, never standing weak.

The world is burning, fire in our hearts,

To-to-together we’re strong — freedom never departs!

And the lo-lo-love of the girl grows stronger every day,

How can I-I-I ever find the right words to say?

I wa-wa-walk around but my lips still stay dumb,

My de-de-dear, my darling, won’t you guess where it’s from?..

My de-de-dear darling…

Gu-gu-guess it on your own…