Music: Mark Fradkin
Text: Lev Oshanin
Performs: Lyudmila Zykina

This is one of many songs dedicated to "the greate Russian river". Volga flows through the long-developed densely populated territories of Russia, it is the largest river in Europe.
The song was written in 1962 for the panoramic film “Volga is Flowing”. In the text of the song the narration comes from the male person, and in the film it sings by Vladimir Troshin.Around the same time, a recording was made of a song with the then most popular Soviet singer Mark Bernes.
The second record of the song - also in 1963 - was made with Lyudmila Zykina, who included it in her concert repertoire after the film’s premiere.The unique timbre of the singer's voice, the special warmth and sincerity of her performance gave the song a new sound.It is in this version of the song audience is especially loved it. In Western media, Zykina was named "Miss Volga", and the song for many years became her hallmark.

Lyrics translation:

From far away, the Volga River flows for a long time,
the Volga River flows, there is no end.
Among mature bread field or among white snows,
My Volga flows, and I am seventeen years old.

My mother said: "Everything happens, sonny.
Maybe you will get tired of the ways,
when you come home at the end of the way,
dip your palms into the Volga."

From far away, the Volga River flows for a long time,
the Volga River flows, there is no end.
Among mature bread field or among white snows,
My Volga flows, and I'm already 30 years old.

That first glance and the first splash of the oars -
everything was, but it was carried away by the river.
I'm not sad about that past spring,
in exchange it, your love is with me.

From far away, the Volga River flows for a long time,
the Volga River flows, there is no end.
Among mature bread field or among white snows,
Volga, I look in the you seventh decade.

The my pier is here and my friends are here -
everything without which is impossible to live in the world.
From distant reaches of river, in the starry silence,
another boy sings along with me:

"From far away, the Volga River flows for a long time,
the Volga River flows, there is no end.
Among mature bread field or among white snows,
My Volga flows, and I am seventeen years old,
and I am seventeen years old,
and I am seventeen years old."

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