Текст песни М.Евдокимов - На горе ,на горушке

On a mountain on a hill,
Under the white birch,
I bowed my head
Unnamed cross.

Under that unpretentious cross
Lulled by the wind
Some good fellow is sleeping
Unbreakable sleep.

And on the other side,
I cried all my eyes
Waiting for a son
An old mother.

You are my blood
My hawk is clear,
Why are you so long
Don't go home.

Is it really dear
See you no more
I used to be in front of the grave,
Look at you.

Oh you grief is bitter
Scrubbed to the bottom,
All that is given to me
But no son!

On a mountain, on a little hill,
Under the white birch,
I bowed my head
Unnamed cross.

Under that unpretentious cross
Lulled by the wind
Your bloodline is sleeping
Your clear falcon!