Sunny skies, hot day in July , the tenth number.
Light breeze , no wind , and again a happy face
Before my eyes again , this picture , smiling children ,
Two people on board , and their eyes shone with joy .
Children and adults who just want to relax ,
Volga , a day cruise , Kama Mouth last journey .
Each has its own life, but inevitably , one destiny ,
But if you can go back , then bring me back !
Chorus:
Hold me and do not let go ,
Give me your hand mom look into my eyes ,
There still remained a piece of heat
There still remained a piece of heat.
How hard , what happens?
Waves take and carry away with them ..
More no forces and say three words , what Volga ?
These cries of despair in his ears , helpless bodies of the children ...
Ice water , in the eyes of people fear, " emergency exit here! "
- " Open up , come quick, yet holds not filled with water ,"
But the door to the deck welded shut , and Bulgaria already goes down ..
A couple of minutes before his death , " hold me , my dear .. "
Crying little daughter , trembling lips : - " I am very cold , my mother .. "
And her mother in tears answer : " Do not cry , everything will be fine .. "
And on the surface without the aid of another ship passing ...
