Ulyanovsk on the evening caressing


Ulyanovsk on the evening caressing
In the sky of stars lit ...
We will guide you on Ulyanovsk
Where Ilyich often held.

It smells of the Volga,
It smells of the lime trees,
Steamboat yelled away ...
You and I, my friend, good fortune
Live at Ilyich home.

In the years of long ago, in the distant days
Here, over the river at an early hour
He could see the lights high -
Those that are seen us now.

And no wonder we remembered it:
What a storm passed! How many storms!
What did Lenin - is celebrated!
That conceived it - has come true!

You see, the asterisk falls into the Volga?
Good to wander by the river ...
In a special heart happy
What we countrymen ...

It smells of the Volga,
It smells of the lime trees,
Steamboat yelled away ...
You and I, my friend, good fortune
Live at Ilyich home.

Ulyanovsk on the evening caressing
In the sky of stars lit ...
We will guide you on Ulyanovsk
Where Ilyich often held.

Homeland knows us Ulyanovsk!
And we want one -
And in his work, and in their own backyard
To be like him! 1950