Lyrics Ольга Арефьева ,Ковчег и Казачий Круг - За горами, за долами

Over the mountains, over the valleys
Over the mountains over the valleys
Yes for the Kremenskys,
They rode there, passed,
Yes, two nobles
Comforted, appeased,
The baby girl.
Don’t cry a girl-panka,
Do not cry, do not be sad
Over the mountains, over the valleys
My friend is going there.
What kind of joy, what kind of fun,
What is my friend going?
No mordant, yes no mordant
Nothing to hangover
No little corner, no no wick,
There is nothing to light up.
Over the mountains, over the valleys
Mother goes there,
What kind of joy, what kind of fun,
What is mother doing?
No mordant yes no mordant
Nothing to hangover
No little corner, no no wick,
There is nothing to light up.
Over the mountains, over the valleys
My dear rides there
There is a mordant, yes there is a mordant,
There is something to hangover
There is a little fire, yes there is a wick,
There is something to light up!