Текст песни Юрий Гуляев - Из-за острова на стрежень

From the island to the rod,
To the vastness of the river wave
The painted ones come out,
Sharp-breasted boats.

On the front is Stenka Razin,
Embracing, sits with the princess,
Celebrates a new wedding
Himself cheerful and intoxicated.

A murmur is heard behind them:
- He traded us for a woman!
I only spent the night with her -
Himself in the morning became a woman!

It's murmur and ridicule
The formidable ataman hears
And he with a mighty hand
He hugged the Persians' camp.

And she, with downcast eyes,
Neither alive nor dead
Silently listens to the intoxicated
Ataman's words.

"Volga, Volga, dear mother,
Volga is a Russian river,
Have you seen a gift
From the Don Cossack. "

With a powerful sweep it raises
He is a beautiful princess
And throws her overboard
Into the oncoming wave ...