Текст песни Марк Бернес - Течет Река Волга

From a long distance the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows, there is no end and no edge
Among the ripe breads, among the snow white
My Volga flows, and I'm seventeen years old.

My mother said: "It happens, son.
Perhaps you will get tired of the roads,
When you get home at the end of the road,
Put your palms in the Volga down. "

From a long distance the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows, there is no end and no edge.
Among the ripe breads, among the snow white
My Volga flows, but I'm already thirty.

Your first look, your first splash of a paddle-
All was, only the river has carried away.
I'm not sad about that spring,
In return, your love is with me.

From a long distance the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows, there is no end and no edge.
Among the ripe breads, among the snow white
I look at you, Volga, the seventh decade.

Here my pier and here my friends -
Everything without which it is impossible to live in the world.
From distant reaches in the stellar silence
The other boy is singing along for me.

From a long distance the Volga River flows,
The Volga River flows, there is no end and no edge.
Among the ripe breads, among the snow white
It flows my Volga, and I'm seventeen years old,

And I'm seventeen years old ...