Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Масличная гора

What do you hear, the Mount of Olives?
Another spring, noisy stream Kidron.
And ahead of the usual heat,
olivovye that will burn the crown,
zahrustyat sand and dolomite,
olive oil whiff of ripe ...
On the contrary, for the wall of Jerusalem
playing the harp David the king.

What do you see the Mount of Olives?
Where to now: on the ground or in the sky?
Let's time temporary stagnation,
but it distorts the tree of life stems.
You see, my soul hurts?
At the same time he is smiling happily:
on the contrary, for the wall of Jerusalem
playing the harp David the king.

What do you know, the Mount of Olives?
We all go through, and everything will be.
Do not echo singing along until the morning,
and past and future people.
When the Lord set me free,
perhaps eternal sleep I would dream about:
I sound back from your pinky
playing the harp David the king.