Текст песни Капельки любви - ВОЛГА-МАТУШКА

I predict the fog,
That is not the sea, then not the sea-ocean.
This is the god of a merciful hand
This is a Volga, this is the Mother River.

The beauty and purity of your camouflage,
Before you kneel becoming.
My soul is cleared by you,
You are love and my confession.

You came from eternity, from afar,
Higher wisdom and tenderness of the river.
To the silver thin strings touched,
Song free, we become wide.

But time comes to put sails,
And merge in powerful voice voice.
As if the Blagovest is spread around,
We are preparing to climb to the cross.

I predict the fog,
That is not the sea, then not the sea-ocean.
This is the god of a merciful hand
This is a Volga, this is the Mother River.