Текст песни Людмила Зыкина. Композитором М.Фрадкин. Текст Л. Ошанин - Течёт Волга

From a distance, long flowing river Volga
Flowing river Volga is no end in sight
Of ripe crops of white snows
My Volga flows and I'm seventeen years old

Said the mother and son is at all
Perhaps you're tired of the road
When you come home at the end of the path
His hands to put down the Volga

From a distance, long flowing river Volga
Flowing river Volga is no end in sight
Of ripe crops of white snows
My Volga flows and I am thirty years old

Your first glance your first splash of the oars
Everything was just a river claimed
I 'm not sad about that past spring
In return, it is your love with me

From a distance, long flowing river Volga
Flowing river Volga is no end in sight
Of ripe crops of white snows
I look at you Volga seventh decade

Here is my dock and my friends here
All without which the world can not live
On the far reaches of a star silence
Another boy sings along with me
From a distance, long flowing river Volga

Flowing river Volga is no end in sight
Of ripe crops of white snows
My Volga flows and I'm seventeen years old
And I'm seventeen years old