Текст песни Золотое Кольцо и Надежда Кадышева - На горе, на гороньке

There was no noise on the mountain on the little bit
No thunder thundered
The river quickly broke apart.

Oh yeah, not gray from that mountain
Combustible black stone fell
Bitterly bitterly piled on.

Oh yes my dear did not come
Dear friend from the war home
How evil fate befell.

Oh yes he has a violent wind
White curls combed
The earth has drunk the red blood.

Oh yes, what about the girl now
To live alone
Tell me, you good people.

There was no noise on the mountain on the little bit
No thunder thundered
The river quickly broke apart.