As a little girl, it's already behind us1
I used to climb on trees with our boys
Everytime they broke a branch on a tree,
boys used to throw cherries behind my blouse
When they were curious, what was I having behind the blouse
I used to drive them off with a green branch.
I defended myself more or less successfully
No one was allowed to touch my cherries
Don't trust guys, when You fall in love with them
they will eat all of the cherries from your cake
Boys can't offend until they're looking from tree
when they jump off, wait a disaster.
When a boy looks at you steadfastly
You will get red like those cherries
When a swain smiles at you under his whisker
Fast take the cherries out from your blouse!
Cherries are full-blown and blouse too tight
A green branch can't help you at all
1. it's gone