Текст песни Литвиненко Анна - Уральская рябинушка

The evening is floating in a quiet song over the river
The distant lightning shines the plant.
Somewhere the train is rolling in points of fire
Somewhere beneath the little chapel, the guys are waiting for me.

Chorus:
Oh, rowan curly,
White flowers,
Oh, mountain ash, mountain ash,
Why are you sad?

Only the singing beeps will shut off above the water -
I go to the little mountain path with a steep path.
Fluttering under the curly wind without end
On the right - the curls of a turner, on the left - a blacksmith.

Chorus.

There, in the workshop, short meetings are hot,
And let's get together in the evening - sit down and be silent.
Summer stars stare silently at the guys
But the clear will not say which of them is prettier ...

Chorus.

Sheets white earth with hoarfrost,
Autumn floated by the song of a crane.
But a narrow path, in the same place, between the mountains,
The three of us still go to the mountain ash ...

Chorus.

Which of them is more desirable;
I don’t understand with a troubled heart.
Both guys are brave, both are good,
Sweet little mountain ash, tell my heart.

/ Oh, rowan curly,
Both are good ...
Oh, mountain ash, mountain ash,
Tell your heart ...- 2 rub. /