Мой горец [Moi gorets] [English translation]

My highlander is a sporting boy

Squarebuild, tall, strong

But he doesn’t come back home,

He was condemned to exile.

How will he come back to me,

Oh, how will he come back?

I’d give all the mountains

For the highlander to come back home.

The neighbors sleep quiet in their houses,

But I walk in the silent night,

Sat down and cry in the darkness

Because he’s not with me.

How will he come back to me,

Oh, how will he come back?

I’d give all the mountains

For the highlander to come back home.

Oh, I know, I know, who

I need to hang in a pine tree

So that the highlander, my friend,

May come back to the forests, the mountains and me.

How will he come back to me,

Oh, how will he come back?

I’d give all the mountains

For the highlander to come back home.