Summer strawberry nectar

As something with you has been going timber,
Magic singing of birds sounded,
Collected a handful of strawberries,
Summer is so generous treats.

Plucked a bouquet of white daisies,
With trembling hearts gave,
You love them so much, my bird.
I kissed you tenderly.

Years passed and we matured,
The gray mist has already touched the temples,
And the nectar strawberry summer
I still drink from your mouth.