"Течёт Волга", поэт Лев Ошанин, композитор Марк Фрадкин, 1962 г. VOLGA RIVER FLOWS

English lyrics: From places that aren’t close The Volga river flows The Volga river flows, As far as eyes behold. Through fields of ripening wheat, Through white snows bright and neat My Volga river flows I’m seventeen years old. My mother told me: “Son, life has it all. The ways you choose to go may take their toll. When back at home your trying journey ends, Into the Volga river dip your hands” From places that aren’t close The Volga river flows The Volga river flows, As far as eyes behold. Through fields of ripening wheat, Through white snows bright and neat My Volga river flows I’m thirty years old. That very first glance and the splash of oars. The river stream swept by its flowing chores. Thoughts of that bygone spring don’t make me sad. Inside my heart I feel your love instead. From places that aren’t close The Volga river flows, The Volga river flows, With blue skies overlaid. Through fields of ripening wheat, Through white snows bright and neat. I’ve watched you, Volga, flow Now for the sixth decade. Here is my mooring place with all my friends - Things for which on this Earth a true life stands. From distant shores beneath the silent stars A boy’s voice joins my song and makes it ours. From places which aren’t close The Volga river flows The Volga river flows, As far as eyes behold. Through fields of ripening wheat, Through white snows bright and neat My Volga river flows I’m seventeen years old. ©Maxim Sidorov Acknowledgments: My very special, heartfelt...