toy boat


birch near Moscow
Rustled away.
Floating boat-rocking
According to the Yauza River.

We sailed down the river
Aside native,
And at the close was not
We were in one boat.

By oars along the Yauza
Rippling light footprint.
Since then, friends and comrades,
Many years have passed.

A long time since we parted
In all parts of the country,
But the friendship we are old,
Still hold true.

Above us the sky of the motherland,
And so light range,
As if we were on the boat,
As a young man, sail.

And our path ends,
Plenty of wide river:
And driving, driving boat
Passing breeze.

The last two verses are repeated lines

Source: http://www.a-pesni.golosa.info/drugije/lodotchka.htm1954