Lyrics Oleksandr Malinin - Стоїть гора високая

Stand high mountain
 And under the mountain grove, grove, grove ...
 Green grove, thick,
 It's really paradise!

 Under the grove, the river falls,
 Like the glass, the water shines, shines,
 She is running by the green valley somewhere.
 She is running by the green valley somewhere.

 Above the shore, in comfort
 Tied boats
 Three Willows leaned there
 They are snuffing.
 Three Willows leaned there
 They are snuffing.

 To you, still willow, you are mine
 Spring will spring
 But youth will not return
 She will not return!

 Loss.

 But youth will not return
 She will not return!