Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Что стоишь качаясь тонкая рябина

What are you standing , swaying,
Fine ash ,
head leaning
Until the Týn .

And across the street ,
Across the river wide
Just lonely
Oak stands tall .

How would I , mountain ash ,
To move the oak .
I would not then become
Bend and sway .

slender branches
I'm used to it clung
And with its sheets
Day and night, whispering .

But you can not mountain ash
To move an oak ,
Know her Sirotina ,
Century one swing .