steamship whistles


On their caps twisted oaks,
Golden anchor on them,
And last river station
Abut directly into the sea.

Chorus:
And it sounds like a call sign,
steamship whistles
Russia's main street
Mother Volga River.

And shakes river wave
Hard-working our vessels,
And the vest for one fleet -
Salty as sea water.

Acorn-button gray mist entwined,
We leave with a farewell honk,
A friend standing on the pier
And shyly waving a handkerchief.