Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - гори моя Рябина

Again autumn gold plated
Foliage of birch and poplar caps,
And it is the fate of the gold,
But I will not neither richer nor poorer.

Wait mother svogo tramp son
I'll be back, and what did she say?
My fate in all the earth wore
Forgive me, I sincerely ask.

Chorus:
     And you Burn, burn, my mountain ash,
     Fire farewell outside Gori.
     And you burn, burn, and let pass by
     The sadness of my lost love.

Snow falls, close all the roads.
Where to go from his house?
What to look for in vain to shoot down his legs?
After all, no more of his house.

Old mother to forgive, of course, a son,
Rise early in the morning to fetch water,
And let the cry outside rowan
Under the white snow over my destiny.

Chorus: (2 times)
     And you Burn, burn, my mountain ash,
     Fire farewell outside Gori.
     And you burn, burn, and let pass by
     The sadness of my lost love.