The river Volga flows
From far away,
The river Volga flows -
There is no end.
Among ripe crops,
Among a white snow
My Volga flows
And I am seventeen years old.
The mother said: “All happens, son,
Perhaps, you will get tired of roads.
When you come back home at the end of a way,
Put your hands in Volga.
From far away,
The river Volga flows -
There is no end.
Among ripe crops,
Among a white snow
My Volga flows
And I am seventeen years old.
The mother said: “All happens, son,
Perhaps, you will get tired of roads.
When you come back home at the end of a way,
Put your hands in Volga.
Traditional russian song
The River Volga Flows
The River Volga Flows