THE VOLGA KEEPS FLOWING

From far away for so long
The Volga keeps flowing,
The Volga keeps flowing
Without edge or end…
Amid the crops growing,
Amid white snows falling
My Volga keeps flowing,
And I am seventeen.

My mother said, “One day, my dear son,
You may get tired of new roads and lands.
When you come home in the end of your long trip,
Just dip your palms into the Volga, please.”

From far away for so long
The Volga keeps flowing,
The Volga keeps flowing
Without edge or end…
Amid the crops growing,
Amid white snows falling
My Volga keeps flowing,
And I’m thirty years old.

Your tender look and splashes of the oar —
It happened though the river carried off.
I don’t grieve for that past special spring,
Instead, your love remains for good in me.

From far away for so long
The Volga keeps flowing,
The Volga keeps flowing
Without edge or end…
Amid the crops growing,
Amid white snows falling
I’m looking at you, my Volga,
And I’m seventy years old.

Here is my pier and here are my friends —
Here is the place I cannot live without.
From distant reaches in the starry still
I hear a young boy sing along with me,

“From far away for so long
The Volga keeps flowing,
The Volga keeps flowing
Without edge or end…
Amid the crops growing,
Amid white snows falling
My Volga keeps flowing,
And I am seventeen”.