Ох и проти тестева двора
Да крута крута гора
Ох и да крута крута гора
Да не взойдешь не взъедешь
Ох и да не взойдешь не взъедешь
Да кузонов отдати
Ох и да гору раскопати
Да гору раскопати
Да у тестя побувати
Зеленая сосенушка
Была зелена
У пятницу Маринушка была весела
У субботу головушку гладила
В воскресенье шла к венчанью плакала
Она своему родны батюшке казала
Что не жалостливый родный батюшка до мене
Отпускаешь молоду замуж от себе
Осталися три садика до мене
Три садика зеленаи все цветут
Они цвятут все ялами цветами
Да будешь родный батюшка рано уставать
Да будешь три садика поливать
Да утренею вечернею зарею
Да своею горючею слезою
Слез не хватит ключевой воды достанешь
С под гар гары метелица сметая
С другой гары ясно солнце восходя
С третей гары Иванушка съезжая
Поставь коня скинь ты шапку послушай
Тамы рябыя кукуша кукуя
А то ж наша Маринушка горюя
Oh, and against my father-in-law's yard
And the mountain is steep, steep
Oh, and the mountain is steep, steep
And you won't climb it, you won't ride it
Oh, and you won't climb it, you won't ride it
And give up the cousins
Oh, and you'll dig up the mountain
And you'll dig up the mountain
And stay with my father-in-law
Green Pine
She was green
On Friday, Marinushka was cheerful
On Saturday, she stroked her head
On Sunday, she went to the wedding, crying
She told her dear father
That her dear father had no compassion for me
You're letting your young woman marry you.
Three little gardens remain before me.
Three little gardens are green and all in bloom.
They're all blooming with wild flowers.
May you, my dear father, tire early.
May you water the three little gardens.
Yes, with the morning and evening dawn.
Yes, with your burning tears.
Tears won't be enough to get the spring water.
From under the mountain, a snowstorm sweeps away the mountain.
From another mountain, the sun rises brightly.
From the third mountain, Ivanushka rides down.
Put your horse down, take off your hat, and listen.
There's a speckled cuckoo.
And then our Marinushka grieves.
And the mountain is steep, steep
Oh, and the mountain is steep, steep
And you won't climb it, you won't ride it
Oh, and you won't climb it, you won't ride it
And give up the cousins
Oh, and you'll dig up the mountain
And you'll dig up the mountain
And stay with my father-in-law
Green Pine
She was green
On Friday, Marinushka was cheerful
On Saturday, she stroked her head
On Sunday, she went to the wedding, crying
She told her dear father
That her dear father had no compassion for me
You're letting your young woman marry you.
Three little gardens remain before me.
Three little gardens are green and all in bloom.
They're all blooming with wild flowers.
May you, my dear father, tire early.
May you water the three little gardens.
Yes, with the morning and evening dawn.
Yes, with your burning tears.
Tears won't be enough to get the spring water.
From under the mountain, a snowstorm sweeps away the mountain.
From another mountain, the sun rises brightly.
From the third mountain, Ivanushka rides down.
Put your horse down, take off your hat, and listen.
There's a speckled cuckoo.
And then our Marinushka grieves.
