Текст песни Православный Дон - Горы закарпатские

Already you are mountains, my mountains, Transcarpathian mountains,
Is it not from under you, my mountains, the river flows fast,
As over this one was over the rivulet, a bush bush stood,
How an eagle sat on a bush on this,
In the claws of his mighty black raven he held,
Yes, he held her like that - he asked everything:
"Have you never been to the Quiet Don, black crow?
Have you not seen, black raven, with what the fields are decorated?