Текст песни ой там на горе - Ой там на горе

Oh there on the mountain

Oh, there on the mountain, in the silk grass,
Oh, there was a couple of pigeons
Kissed, admired
Cuddled wings.

Oh, the shooter hunter came from somewhere
He killed a dove, caught a dove,
He brought it home, set it on the ground,
He poured wheat and poured water.

The dove does not eat, the dove does not drink,
And everyone flies up the mountain to cry.
"Oh, I have seven hundred pigeons,
Fly, choose, maybe that is yours. "

"I’ve already flown, I’ve chosen
No one I loved
Although feathers are such and such a fluff,
And how it buzzes - not that voice. "