Текст песни Барыкин Александр - Течет река волга

From afar for a long time
The Volga river flows,
The Volga river flows,
There is no end or end.
Among ripe loaves,
Among the snows of white
My Volga flows
And I'm seventeen years old.
Mother said -
Everything happens, son
Maybe you
You get tired of the roads.
When you come home
At the end of the road
Your palms
Lower it into the Volga.

From afar for a long time
The Volga river flows,
The Volga river flows,
There is no end or end.
Among ripe loaves,
Among the snows of white
My Volga flows
And I am already thirty years old.

That first sight
And the first splash of the oar
Everything was, only
The river carried away.
I'm not sad
About that past spring
Instead of her
Your love is with me.

From afar for a long time
The Volga river flows,
The Volga river flows,
There is no end or end.
Among ripe loaves,
Among the snows of white
My Volga flows,
And I am already forty years old.

This is my pier
And here are my friends
Everything without what
You can't live in the world.
From distant days
In the stellar silence
Another boy
Singing along to me.

From afar for a long time
The Volga river flows,
The Volga river flows,
There is no end or end.
Among ripe loaves,
Among the snows of white
My Volga flows
And I'm seventeen years old.

From afar for a long time
The Volga river flows,
My Volga flows
And I am seventeen years old ...