Текст песни Золотое Кольцо - Тонкая рябина

What standing , swaying , slender rowan, head tilted to the Týn , head tilted to the Týn . And across the river general Just lonely Oak stands tall . How would I , mountain ash , oak to move , then I would not become a bend and sway . Thin branches I'd clung to him , and with his sheets day and night whispering . But you can not get over the mountain ash to oak , know the fate of this century one rock , know the fate of this century one swing