Текст песни Ирландские песни по-русски - Холодные Камни

COLD STONES

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Cold stones cold hand
Do not touch, do not, and some do not stand
Do not listen to their songs, they do not drink wine
Cold pull the stones on the bottom.

Oh, Maria, Marian was walking in a dream
On the black glade on a white wall
But someone without a shadow took her away
Father mourned disconsolate daughter.

Nastya-Nastasya met one
At the black stone they walked
But where Nastasia, and where her trail?
Only the stone remained, and the woman - no.

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Natalia returned home with swimming -
Dogs on the farm raised a howl.
Cold skin, hands in water
For what, for what such trouble?

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And Olga considered myself a business,
But somehow I heard the flute, and - oh ...
She left behind the music in the woods barefoot
On a cold and gray November day.

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