Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - гори моя Рябина

Again autumn gold plated
Foliage of birch and poplar caps ,
And it is the fate of the gold,
But I will not neither richer nor poorer.

Wait mother svogo tramp son
I 'll be back , and what did she say?
My fate in all the earth wore
Forgive me , I sincerely ask.

Chorus:
     And you Burn, burn , my mountain ash,
     Fire farewell outside Gori.
     And you burn , burn , and let pass by
     The sadness of my lost love.

Snow falls, close all the roads .
Where to go from his house ?
What to look for in vain to shoot down his legs ?
After all, no more of his house .

Old mother to forgive , of course , a son,
Rise early in the morning to fetch water,
And let the cry outside rowan
Under the white snow over my destiny.

Chorus: (2 times)
     And you Burn, burn , my mountain ash,
     Fire farewell outside Gori.
     And you burn , burn , and let pass by
     The sadness of my lost love.