From the Volga to the Don


From the Volga to the Don, in the wide steppes,
Night mists lie on the hills.
From the Volga to the Don Cossack river
Sit on the mound eagles, steppe.

Salty loam, sand gray
From the Volga to the Don Cossack river.
Woken Steppe, iron rattles.
And a seagull flying over the sea Tsimlyansky.

My faithful companion, a young Cossack,
With the machines we walked along the bed with you.
Color, make noise, and meadows field,
We ourselves have raised in the desert shore!

From the Volga to the Don Gusto bread
The fate of gold, other fate.
Shine over the steppe fires cities
Blooming spring cherry orchards.

From the Volga to the Don noisy feather,
From the Volga to the Don are going ships.
Tsimlyansk sea, river water,
From the Volga to the Don buzzing wires.
1954