Текст песни Родом из Ирландии - Холодные камни народная ирландская

Cold stones
 
   Am F C G
Cold Stones Cold pykoy
     Am Dm Am E
Not tpogay, do not, and do not stand pyadom
     Am F C G
Not Slyshay their songs, do not drink their wine
   Am Dm Am E Am
Cold stones ytyanyt the bottom.
  
Oh, Maria, Marian was walking in a dream
On the black glade on a white wall
But someone without a shadow took her away
Father mourned disconsolate daughter.
  
Nastya-Nastasya met one
At the black stone they walked
But where is Nastasya, and where her trail?
Only the stone remained, and the woman - no.
  
Chorus
  
Natalia returned home with bathing -
Dogs howl raised on the farm.
Cold skin, hands in water
For what, for what is such a disaster?
  
Chorus
  
And Olga considered myself a business,
But once I heard the flute, and - oh ...
She left behind the music in the forest barefoot
On a cold and gray November day.
  
Chorus