Текст песни Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White - Pérez Prado and His Orchestra
                                                It's 
                                                cherry 
                                                pink 
                                                and 
                                                apple 
                                                blossom 
                                                white
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                your 
                                                true 
                                                lover 
                                                comes 
                                                your 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                cherry 
                                                pink 
                                                and 
                                                apple 
                                                blossom 
                                                white
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                poets 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                story 
                                                goes 
                                                that 
                                                once 
                                                    a 
                                                cherry 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beside 
                                                an 
                                                apple 
                                                tree 
                                                did 
                                                grow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there 
                                                    a 
                                                boy 
                                                once 
                                                met 
                                                his 
                                                bride 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Long 
                                                long 
                                                ago
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                boy 
                                                looked 
                                                into 
                                                her 
                                                eyes, 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                sight 
                                                to 
                                                enthrall
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                breezes 
                                                joined 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                sighs, 
                                                the 
                                                blossoms 
                                                started 
                                                to 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                as 
                                                they 
                                                gently 
                                                carressed, 
                                                the 
                                                lovers 
                                                looked 
                                                up 
                                                to 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                branches 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                two 
                                                trees 
                                                were 
                                                intertwined,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                why 
                                                the 
                                                poets 
                                                always 
                                                write
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                there's 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                moon 
                                                bright 
                                                above
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                cherry 
                                                pink 
                                                and 
                                                apple 
                                                blossom 
                                                white
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you're 
                                                in 
                                                love
 
                                    
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