Текст песни Казан Егетлэре - Казан кичлэре

Come still, the wind of the Volga,
There are still flowers on the roads.
Remember to be white and pure
Dear evenings of Kazan.

To the great roads that the native country invites
We'll leave in the mornings.
You will accompany us, Kazan,
Like a bird that flies its baby.

We will live in the soil of our homeland,
In the fields, in the Volga.
Long live the children,
Wishing you a happy journey, Country, to us.

From the lunar path stretching to the Volga
Silently, only the song flows.
We will miss you, friends, these evenings
Even in the age of gray hair.

And sprinkle flowers on our way,
The morning winds of the Volga.
May he be remembered forever and ever
Dear evenings of Kazan.