| From afar, for a long time, the Volga river flows,
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| The Volga River flows, there is no end and no edge.
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| Among the ripe bread, among the white snows
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| My Volga is flowing, and I am seventeen years old.
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| Mother said: everything happens, son.
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| Perhaps you will get tired of the roads,
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| When you come home at the end of the road,
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| Dip your palms into the Volga.
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| From afar, for a long time, the Volga river flows,
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| The Volga River flows, there is no end and no edge.
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| Among the ripe bread, among the white snows
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| My Volga is flowing, and I'm already thirty years old.
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| Your first glance and the first splash of the oar -
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| Everything was, only the river carried away.
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| I'm not sad about that past spring,
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| In return for her, your love is with me.
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| Among the ripe bread, among the white snows
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| I look at you, Volga, seventy years old.
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| Here is my pier and here are my friends,
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| Everything you can't live without.
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| From the distant sparkles of the star in silence.
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| Another boy sings along to me.
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| From afar, for a long time, the Volga river flows,
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| The Volga River flows, there is no end and no edge.
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| Among the ripe bread, among the white snows
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| My Volga is flowing, and I am seventeen years old,
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| And I'm seventeen years old. |
| And I'm seventeen years old. |