Текст песни Владимир Пресняков - Издалека долго...течёт река, Волга...

Said her mother is all son
Perhaps you are tired of the road
When you come home at the end of the path
His hands in the Volga Put

From a distance, long flowing river Volga
Volga river flows no end in sight
Among ripe crops among white snows
My Volga flows and I am thirty years old

Your first glance your first splash of the oars
Everything was just a river took
I do not long for that past spring
Instead, it is your love with me

From a distance, long flowing river Volga
Volga river flows no end in sight
Among ripe crops among white snows
I look at you Volga seventh decade

Here is my berth and here my friends
All without which the world can not live
On the far reaches of the star in silence
Another boy sings to me
From a distance, long flowing river Volga

Volga river flows no end in sight
Among ripe crops among white snows
My Volga flows and I'm seventeen years old
And I'm seventeen years old