Was it in a garden, was it in an orchard?
A young girl was strolling:
Short in stature, with a round face,
With a rosy-cheeked face.
And after her, walking after her,
Was a brave young man.
He called the beautiful girl
To gather mushrooms in the pine forest.
I'll go, I'll go with you,
My feet will get tired,
Bring a carriage for your beloved,
I'll sit in and ride with you.
If you love me then you'll buy me
A golden ring,
And your golden ring
I will hold against my heart.
The young man doesn't move,
He stands against a tree stump,
Kissing the beautiful girl
And holding her to his heart.
We'll live together, my beloved,
We'll live wonderfully in love,
And a year will seem to us
As if only it has been an hour.
Russian traditional song, already mentioned by A.S. Pushkin in 'The Tale of Tsar Saltan' (the squirrel sings it).