Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Что стоишь качаясь тонкая рябина

That standing , swaying ,
Thin rowan,
head bowed
Until the Týn .

And across the street ,
Across the river wide
Just lonely
Oak stands tall .

How would I , mountain ash ,
To move the oak .
I would then not become
Bend and sway .

thin branches
I'd clung to it
And with its sheets
Day and night, whispering .

But it is impossible mountain ash
To move the oak ,
Know her Sirotina ,
Century one swing .