Текст песни Русская народная - Что стоишь, качаясь, тонкая рябина

That stand swaying, thin mountain ash,
Head bowed until the Týn ,
Head bowed until the Týn .

And across the street , across the river wide ,
Also lonely oak stands tall .

How would I , mountain ash , oak to move ,
I then used did not bend and sway ,

Thin branches I'd clung to it
And with its foliage day and night with its foliage sheptalas.I day and night whispering .

But you can not get over the mountain ash to oak ,
Know her age Sirotina one swing ,
Know her age Sirotina one swing .