Escuchar Pashechka - Черёмуха.

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Yo…
Listen up, homie.
Not about cars and guns — about feelings.
About pain, about hope… and about the bird cherry.
Let’s go!


What’s up, my friends, what happened to me?
I broke off all the bird cherry this spring, you see.
Hauled it by the cartload, like a heavy load in the hood,
Who I brought it for — you know the truth, no lies, no pretense, good.
Carried it from across the river, in the dark, on adrenaline high,
Pile on the porch — my silent statement under the night sky.


Ah, bird cherry, white smoke, white noise all around,
You cracked my heart open, bro, no drama, just the sound.
Let them whisper, let them laugh — I don’t care at all,
I’ll reach her somehow, through the wall, through the fall.


Threw it at the window — quiet, no extra words to waste,
White forest magic, my secret code in haste.
Wanted her to look up for just a second, feel the vibe,
To understand it’s not just branches — it’s my soul inside.
To hear how everything’s burning and groaning deep inside,
How my heart beats with the rhythm of the bird cherry, riding the tide.


Ah, bird cherry, white smoke, white noise all around,
You cracked my heart open, bro, no drama, just the sound.
Let them whisper, let them laugh — I don’t care at all,
I’ll reach her somehow, through the wall, through the fall.


But she stayed quiet, like she was deaf to my beats,
Pretended not to see, not to hear, not to feel the heat.
Turned my hopes to ashes, to grey smoke in the air,
Left me here alone to deal with it, no one to share.
Now the whole block’s got a nickname stuck on me like a brand:
“There goes Bird Cherry — he’s all messed up, man.”


The girls whisper when I walk by, low and slow,
“Look, it’s Bird Cherry again, with that same old sorrow, you know.”
Sing their little taunts like a track on repeat,
But I keep moving forward, even if the whole world’s defeat.


Walking with my pain, with this unsaid love inside,
Don’t know what to do, but I won’t quit, I’ll ride.
If the bird cherry didn’t work — okay, I switch the plan,
I’ll break off the lilac too, if I have to, I’m a man.
This is my move, my risk, my bet in this game,
Even if the whole block laughs out loud in the rain.


Ah, bird cherry, white smoke, white noise all around,
You cracked my heart open, bro, no drama, just the sound.
Let them whisper, let them laugh — I don’t care at all,
I’ll reach her somehow, through the wall, through the fall.


Yeah…
Bird cherry.
Not just branches.
It’s about fighting for what’s yours.
Even when everyone’s like, “Drop it, forget it, move on.”
I won’t drop it.
I’ll get her.
Yo.