Текст песни Лидия Русланова - Вниз по Волге-реке

Down the Volga River,
With bottom-Novgorod,
Armed struzhok,
As the arrow flies.

How is on-chip,
At the curb,
Remove rowers
Forty-two sit.

As one of them,
Good fellow,
Thoughtful,
She becomes sad.

& quot; Oh, what are you,
Good fellow,
Thoughtful,
Become sad? .. & Quot;

& quot; I thought,
She becomes sad
On a soul,
Red girl.

Oh, you, my brothers,
You comrades
You have rendered me
Service correct.

Throw-toss me
The Volga-Mother,
I drown in it
Sadness, my longing.

It would be better to me to be the sea
Utopimomu,
What in the world to live
Unloved & quot ;.