Ceresita

Cherry of my mountain, tasty and pure fruit.
Sourness from my sky and sweetness from the earth.

Cherry of my wild mountain, my little fruit
You are the juice of love, heart of joy.

You are a song of illusion when you adorn your colors.
And the greenness of your little branch where your flowers bloomed.

Even though you are good and have an exquisite flavor
No one plants your seed, no one waters your little tree.

Semeruca they call you in the lands of the west
Cherry we call you in our land of the east.