From far away
The river Volga long flows,
The river Volga flows,
And there is no end to it.
Among ripe crops, among white snows my Volga flows,
And I am seventeen.

My Mother has told me, “Anything can happen, son.
You could get tired of traveling the roads.
When you come home at the end of the path,
Dip your hands into Volga ".

From far away
The river Volga long flows,
The river Volga flows,
And there is no end to it.
Among ripe crops, among white snows my Volga flows,
And I am thirty already.
That first look and that
First splash of a paddle -
All that has happened, but the river carried it away.
I do not long for that past spring,
I have your love with me instead.

Among ripe crops, among white snows I have been looking at you, Volga,
For seventy years.
This is my harbor, all of my friends are here,
Everything one can’t live without.
From distant reaches of the river in star silence
Another boy sings along with me.

From far away
The river Volga long flows,
The river Volga flows,
And there is no end to it.
Among ripe crops, among white snows my Volga flows,
And I am seventeen, and I am seventeen, and I am seventeen….