Lyrics Хор Свято-Ильинского Храма г. Киева - Стоїть гора високая

Words by Leonid Glibov
Folk music

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There is a high mountain,
And under the mountain grove, grove, grove
Green grove, dense,
It's like doing heaven

Under the grove a small river winds,
Like glass, water shines, shines,
Green Valley,
Where is she running to?

The edge of the shore, in comfort,
Moored boats, boats,
There the three willows bowed,
They grieve

What will pass the red fly,
Cold, cold,
Their leaf will fall off,
And will bear water

Oh, little river, deep down!
Like your waves, yours,
Gone are the days of happiness,
And my joys

To you, dear little river,
Spring will return, spring.
And youth will not return,
She will not return!

There is a high mountain,
The green grove rustles, rustles,
The birds sing loudly,
And the river shines ...