The river Volga flows
From far away
the river Volga long flows,
the river Volga flows,
the end and is not present edge. Among breads ripe,
among snows white my Volga flows, and me seventeen years.
Mother has told: " there Is everything, the sonny.
Perhaps, you it is tired from roads.
When you will come home in the end of a way,
the palms to Volga lower ".
From far away
the river Volga long flows,
the river Volga flows,
the end and is not present edge.
Among breads ripe, among snows white my Volga flows,
and to me thirty years. Your first sight,
your first splash of an oar -
All was, only small river carried away.
I do not long for that spring former,
Instead of its your love with me.
From far away
the river Volga long flows,
the river Volga flows,
the end and is not present edge. Among breads ripe,
among snows white I Look in you, Volga,
seventh ten years.
Here my mooring, here again my friends-
Everything without what on light to live is impossible.
From far reaches in star silence
Other boy join me in song.
From far away
the river Volga long flows,
the river Volga flows,
the end and is not present edge.
Among breads ripe, among snows white my Volga flows
and me seventeen years,and me seventeen years...
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