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steamship whistles
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On their caps twisted oaks,
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Golden anchor on them,
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And last river station
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Abut directly into the sea.
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Chorus:
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And it sounds like a call sign,
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steamship whistles
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Russia's main street
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Mother Volga River.
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And shakes river wave
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Hard-working our vessels,
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And the vest for one fleet -
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Salty as sea water.
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Acorn-button gray mist entwined,
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We leave with a farewell honk,
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A friend standing on the pier
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And shyly waving a handkerchief.
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