Текст песни Виталий Каледин - Вниз по матушке по Волге От крутых красных бережков

Down mother on the Volga,
From the steep red banks

The weather played out
Horse cushion;
You can't see anything in the waves
One boat turns black

No one is visible in the boat
Only the sails turn white.

The hats of the rowers turn black
The sashes are red on them.
The owner sits at the stern,
The owner himself is dressed

In a brown caftan
In a peruin jacket,

In a scarlet silk handkerchief,
In a black velvet cap;
On a visor cap,
He himself is a father's son.

As the owner says:
“And we will come, guys,

Down the mother on the Volga,
To Alenin's courtyard,
To Ivan's health ".
Alyonushka went out,

I took out my daughter
Such speeches said:

“Do not be angry, perhaps
What I wore, I got out.
In one thin shirt
And in a red quilted jacket ”.
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