Текст песни Л. Зыкина - Волжанка, сл. А. Пришелец

Volzhanka
Music: Y.Slonov Words: A. Prishlets

Over water birings, tree,
Smoke fishing fire ...
Good spring on the Volga
Golden evenings.

At sunset tuchci melting,
Pink tinty.
All the sun is golden,
You swim on the boat.

If you asked you asked,
I would answer seriously
That there is no beautiful in the world
Golden hair.

I do not see them all day.
You come, but please.
Come out, come out
You are ashore as soon as possible.

Ploy in the eyes of Volzhanka,
Tender word name
Under the birch on the clearing
Sit next to the grass.

Nightinglets soldered, snag,
Love to my chest ...
Oh, you, nights over the Volga,
Wait, do not pass.

1946.