I'll tell you about how the clouds carried
We have the river in our hands, without touching the oar.
I'll tell you, and then you sing to me,
I guess you remember all this yourself.
How we approached her with a bow
and filled their palms with water,
and she gave everyone a song.
That's why we're still together
My brother,
you know the river speeches.
I'm going to meet you halfway
opening my arms.
Hello!
How many winters, how many years
We can’t spill that water, no.
And also, brother, remember, there’s such a sky there,
that when night comes and stars surround you,
you can dip bread in them
and rejoice as if you created it all.
And when you decide that nothing is sacred,
you will perish in the swamp in a chicken hut,
I'll brew you currants, raspberries and mint,
I'll stand at the gate and say,
I will tell you:
Hello,
hello my brother.
I was in such a hurry to hug you.
Pour the medicine
and hello.
Many many years
We can’t spill that water, no.
And while these rivers flow,
we will sing our songs,
while they flow into the Volga,
we will sing them together.
We will sing them for a long time,
and we will have enough centuries.
While the rivers flow into the sea,
Half joy and sorrow
us,
brothers.
Yes, I know, I know, all people are brothers,
but the closer our circle,
the tighter the hug.
My brother,
we are the seventh water of these rivers,
and we can’t spill it
never.