And from afar longly
There flows the river Volga,
There flows the river Volga,
Without edge or end.
Between the crops rape so,
Between the white snow
There flows the river Volga -
And seventeen I am.
Once mother said: 'Son, all may be in life,
Perhaps you'll get from roads simply tired.
When you reach house in the end of way -
Then put your palms in Volga's water fair.'
And from afar longly
There flows the river Volga,
There flows the river Volga
Without edge or end.
Between the crops rape so,
Between the white snows
There flows the river Volga,
And thirty years I am.
Your first light glance,
And your first splash of oar -
All that were, but the river's taken all.
I'm not in pine for spring, passed long ago,
Instead of it I have your love and close.
And from afar longly
There flows the river Volga,
There flows the river Volga
Without edge or end.
Between the crops rape so,
Between the white snows
There flows the river Volga,
And seventy I am.
Here's the moorage mine,
And here are my friends,
All that is necessary for life span.
From distant stretches of the riverbed
The other young boy's singing song as yet.
And from afar longly
There flows the river Volga,
There flows the river Volga
Without edge or end.
Between the crops rape so,
Between the white snows
There flows the river Volga -
And seventeen I am.
Valeriu Raut
LT
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girl1717
Vineri, 17/01/2014 - 09:42
The translation belongs to
Lyudmila Purgina, Russian poet.