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43 lines
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In the Volga choir I sing
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From village to village was famous for the good
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About kolkhoz our affairs.
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And in the family working a pleasure to me, a young,
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Was singing songs then.
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And in due time, my voice got stronger -
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Louder difficult to find in the neighborhood.
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And I dare question - wanted the whole farm
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I was in the city to learn to send.
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Chorus:
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In the Volga choir I sing,
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I will praise my beloved homeland.
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Hey, listen, listen, my own people -
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This new Volga sings.
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Accompanied me all the girlfriends, friends,
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In parting, gave a mandate:
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"Forces in labor do not be sorry, sing songs more fun
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Like being on the farm with us. "
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Wherever I was, I remember these words,
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I remember the distant horizon of the steppe,
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Oh, my own country, you accept from Volzhan
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Along with the song Hello and bow.
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Chorus.
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Song bird fly the long way
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And warms the hearts of all people.
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And to work and live, and love, and to create
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You people around to help.
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Song around us, our helper and friend,
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From the cradle to the gray days.
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Sings fun but with Volga steppes,
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But with the great Soviet country.
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Chorus:
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In the Volga choir we sing,
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Our songs are more fun every day.
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Hey, listen, listen, our native people -
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This new Volga sings. |