Барыкин Александр - Течет река волга
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From afar long
The flow of the Volga River,
The flow of the Volga River,
The end and the edges are not.
Among ripe breads,
Among the snow white
My Volga flows
And I seventeen years old.
Said mother -
It happens everything, son,
Perhaps you
You get tired of roads.
When you come home
At the end of the way,
His palms
In the Volga Opay.

From afar long
The flow of the Volga River,
The flow of the Volga River,
The end and the edges are not.
Among ripe breads,
Among the snow white
My Volga flows
And for me thirty years.

That first look
And the first burst of oars,
Everything was only
The river fell.
I'm not sad
About that spring was
Instead of her
Your love with me.

From afar long
The flow of the Volga River,
The flow of the Volga River,
The end and the edges are not.
Among ripe breads,
Among the snow white
My Volga flows,
And for me forty years.

Here is my berth
And here are my friends
All without anything
It is impossible to live in the world.
From days distant
In Star Silence
Another boy
Signs me.

From afar long
The flow of the Volga River,
The flow of the Volga River,
The end and the edges are not.
Among ripe breads,
Among the snow white
My Volga flows
And I seventeen years old.

From afar long
The flow of the Volga River,
My Volga flows
And I seventeen years old ...