Текст песни Тихон Хренников - Верные Друзья

Birches near Moscow
Rustled away.
Floating boat-rocking
On the Yauza River.
Floating boat-rocking
On the Yauza River

A long time since we parted
In all parts of the country,
But the friendship we are old,
Still true.

Above us the sky country
And so light range,
As if we were on the boat,
As a youth, sailing.

Boils water under oars
Do not falter in the hand wheel.
All races on boat
In the morning the river.

And our path ends,
Plenty of wide river.
And Gonet, Gonet boat
Passing breeze.

We sailed down the river
Aside native.
And at the close was not
We were in one boat.

From oars along the Yauza
Rippling light footprint.
Since then, friends and comrades,
It took too many years.

A long time since we razehalis
In all parts of the country.
But the friendship we are old,
Still true.

Above us the sky of the motherland,
And so light range,
As if we were on the boat,
As a youth, sailing.

And our path ends,
Plenty of wide river;
And driving, driving boat
Passing breeze.